Chaper 47. Tyler Got Manipulated

Tyler, the naive, idiotic, and a fool, was in a lounge at this moment. The lounge had a spacious interior, with blue light casting shadows in the darkness, making it resemble the interior of a nightclub even in the daytime.

The stage in the lounge was set as if it were a club, with four strippers dancing nakedly around a pole like seductive sirens enticing sailors into the depths of their desires.

Tyler watched this scene with great enjoyment, continuing to smile even when he wasn't aware of where he was. With every shot of drink he had, he gulped it down at once like a parched desert wanderer quenching his thirst with each precious drop of water.

Not only one or two shots had he consumed since he set foot in the lounge; he had had more than ten shots. Not even a frustrated man who had just lost his job and had the realities of life hit him could have drunk this much, but Tyler did so anyway, simply because he was too happy like a child who had been given his best toy.&nb