Red Coral Nightclub was the den of Zhou Qiang’s underworld force.

Looking at the neon lights flickering outside the splendidly decorated gate of the nightclub, Wang Ke strode in with a gloomy face.

There was a pungent smell of tobacco and alcohol, the deafening music, the flashing colorful spotlights, and countless men and women swaying their hips inside, which made Wang Ke frown tightly. He really didn’t like this kind of place and even had a strong ...