Woodmerrow was a city that never slept.
Nighttime is a paradise for many second-generation wealthy individuals.
Nelson felt frustrated at the thought of not having killed Russell and Dr. Z tonight.
He drove to the club where he used to have fun on a regular basis.
Sitting in front of the bar, he ordered several shots of strong liquor.
After drinking cup after cup, his mood seemed to have eased a bit.
At this moment, a figure appeared by his side.
The pleasant scent of perfume wafted over, and Nelson looked over to see a blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman wearing a red dress sitting next to him.
The woman glanced at him and said in a sweet voice, "Sir, can you buy me a drink?"
"Of course," Nelson raised his chin, and the bartender immediately brought a glass of the same drink to the wo
