Chapter 24

Soon.

Everyone entered the bar.

Huge neon lights flashed with dazzling colors, deafening music hit them head-on, and in the dance floor, scantily-clad women danced provocatively.

The smells of alcohol, perfume, and hormones mixed together.

Faced with this scene, Jack, Sophia, and even Abby couldn't help but frown slightly.

But Eric and the others showed excited expressions.

"Let's go to the top floor. I've booked the biggest private room here tonight. The drinks inside are all top-shelf. We're going to have a great time."

Eric said with great swagger, leading everyone toward the second-floor private rooms with practiced ease, clearly a regular here.

The group pushed through the crowded masses, took the elevator, and headed straight to the top floor.

The elevator reached the top floor.

Compared to the first-floor hall.

The decor here was much more luxurious, and the atmosphere was much quieter, too.

Just as they reached the top floor, they saw a middle-aged man in a black suit wearing gold-rimmed glasses, directing a group of servers.

The man looked to be in his forties, with an elegant demeanor and shrewd eyes—clearly an old fox who'd been through the business world.

"Mr. Jordan."

As soon as Eric saw the middle-aged man, his face immediately broke into a familiar smile. He waved at the man and said, "Our private room is ready, right?"

Bobby Jordan looked up and saw it was Eric. His face immediately showed a faint smile. "Mr. Wright, you're here. The room is ready. Would you like me to show you the way?"

"That would be great."

Eric said with a slight bow.

Bobby nodded, his gaze sweeping over the crowd behind Eric, lingering slightly on Jack.

Then he led the group toward the private room.

Soon they stopped at a door. "This is it. Have a great time. Today's bill is ten percent off."

"Thank you, Mr. Jordan. You're too kind."

Eric's face was full of smiles, as if he'd received some great favor.

Then Eric led everyone inside.

At that moment.

Everyone realized this private room was ridiculously large.

Inside, the lights were brilliant. A huge crystal chandelier hung overhead, and the floor was covered with thick Persian carpets that were soft and silent underfoot.

In the center was a huge U-shaped leather sofa, gleaming black—clearly top quality.

In the corner sat a white Steinway piano, next to a small dance floor and a private bar.

There was also a pool and a home theater.

The wall shelves were filled with precious wines, and the balcony was huge, overlooking the entire city's night view—streams of traffic, brilliant lights, as if the whole city lay at their feet.

Although everyone present was basically from wealthy families, they were still awed by this luxurious room.

"Wow, this is so luxurious!"

"Oh my god!"

"Eric, you're amazing!"

"How much does a room like this cost?"

Everyone exclaimed in amazement. Eric's face was full of pride, clearly enjoying the praise.

"Of course. Nightshade Bar is the biggest bar in Viridis State. The top-floor private rooms here aren't something you can book just because you have money." Eric raised his head, basking in everyone's flattery, but his eyes kept drifting toward Jack in the corner, with a hint of showing off and provocation.

"It's only because my dad is a super VIP here that he saved this spot for me."

"By the way, Eric, why were you so polite to that Bobby just now?"

A girl suddenly asked.

Hearing this, Eric's proud expression grew even stronger. The corners of his mouth turned up as he spoke. "What do you guys know?"

"Mr. Jordan isn't just anyone. He's not only the manager of this bar, but also one of the shareholders. He used to be famous in Viridis State for being 'cunning.' Here, even if the police chief came, he'd have to show him some respect."

"That impressive?" The girl who asked widened her eyes immediately, showing a shocked expression. "Doesn't that mean he has connections in both official circles and the underground world?"

"Of course."

Eric looked completely proud, as if he were Bobby himself.

"And also..."

Eric's tone suddenly became more serious.

Everyone's curiosity was piqued, and they all looked at him.

Even Sophia and Abby looked at him curiously. Seeing this, Eric couldn't help but smile.

Then he lowered his voice and said carefully, "Do you know? Mr. Jordan is also Mr. Sanchez's protégé."

"Mr. Sanchez?"

Everyone looked puzzled.

Clearly, they didn't know this person.

"You don't even know Mr. Sanchez?" Seeing this, Eric's proud expression grew even stronger, as if he held some earth-shattering secret. "He's a real big shot—someone who could make all of Viridis State tremble with a stomp of his foot!"

"You've heard of the Mafia, right?"

Everyone nodded immediately.

The Mafia.

Who didn't know about them?

The Mafia's influence spread across the globe—they were the world's number one gang.

Although they hadn't had contact with them, they'd heard of this organization's existence.

"Mr. Sanchez is one of the Mafia's elders. He's the boss of the Mafia's Viridis State branch."

As soon as he said this.

The whole room erupted.

Eric continued, "Mr. Jordan is from the Sanchez family. He's in charge of managing the Sanchez family's bar business. More than half of all the bars in Viridis State are under his management."

"You usually can't see him, so today we're pretty lucky to run into Mr. Jordan and even get his service."

As soon as he said this.

The group of rich kids was extremely shocked.

Although their families had money, in Viridis State, they could only be considered moderately wealthy. Compared to the Sanchez family, they were like ants trying to shake a tree.

Although Bobby was just someone managing business for the Sanchez family.

But being able to manage more than half of Viridis State's bars showed his capability.

Such a big shot—they normally didn't even have the qualifications to look up to him. Today, he personally showed them the way and even gave them a ten percent discount. This was just too amazing.

"Eric, you're so capable of having connected with Mr. Jordan."

"Yeah, if we go to other bars in the future, can we get discounts by dropping your name?"

A group of people surrounded Eric, flattering him to the extreme.

Eric basked in everyone's compliments, his chin raised even higher, as if he'd already become the underground king of Viridis State.

"Of course. As long as you're my friend, who in Viridis State's bars would dare not show me some respect?"

As he spoke, he glanced sideways at Jack in the corner.

Jack still sat there, posture relaxed, as if the revelry around him had nothing to do with him. His calm and unruffled appearance, in Eric's eyes, was just pretentious posturing from someone who didn't know any better.

"A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin. Coming into this kind of top venue, he probably doesn't even know what to do with his hands and feet, so he can only act deep to cover his embarrassment." Eric sneered inwardly.