In the private room at the end of the second-floor corridor of the Nightclub, a girl around eighteen or nineteen was dumped in a corner with her hands and feet tied.
Not far from her, around a coffee table, five or six burly men were playing cards. Cigarettes dangled from their mouths, beer bottles littered the table, and their indolent demeanor betrayed their ease and leisure.
The girl in the corner finally opened her eyes after an indeterminate amount of time. Pressing herself against the wall, she scanned the unfamiliar surroundings with terror in her gaze, muffled whimpers escaping from her mouth, which was sealed with duct tape.
"Brother Hu, the girl's awake." The muscular man sitting directly across from the girl noticed her stirring and called out to the man sitting at the head of the table.
"Hmm." Gou Hu discarded the playing cards in his hand, took up a glass brimming with alcohol, and rose to his feet unsteadily.
