Night Song Bar is by invitation only; one must have the invitation or recomndation of a regular to obtain mbership.
mbership is strictly controlled, but for the Managent Bureau, bypassing the invitation process isn’t too difficult.
Back when investigating Night Song Nightclub, Zhao Yan and the others acquired over ten blank mbership cards through identity impersonation, getting regulars to invite them, or directly modifying the backend data.
These mbership cards are completely legitimate and won’t be found problematic.
Wu Chang took a mbership card from Zhao Yan, morizing the information on it, and casually asked:
"I wonder if it’s just my imagination, but it seems like our Managent Bureau has been oppressed quite a bit lately. Being enemies with followers of the Evil God and the Painter is one thing, but how co even nobodies like Tang Renquan give us a hard ti?"
Zhao Yan self-mockingly said, "We better not call them nobodies. Without the Abyssal Ga, they’re the elites we can only look up to and never catch a glimpse of."
Wu Chang shrugged, "The problem is, we have the Abyssal Ga now."
Zhao Yan sighed and said:
"It’s sothing we can’t help with. After all, we are the Order Sect; to maintain so kind of order, we must first adhere to that order ourselves, otherwise it’s all empty talk. But adhering to order inevitably leaves gaps for others to exploit."
"If Wanghai City were under the Evolution Sect, Tang Renquan and his ilk definitely wouldn’t be so brazen. The Evolution Sect doesn’t care about evidence or order; if one of their own gets into trouble, soone will pay the price."
Wu Chang pursed his lips, "I seem to understand now why the Evolution Sect is more popular."
Zhao Yan: "It sounds pleasing, very satisfying, right? If it were three to five years earlier, before I t Big Sis and the others, given another chance, I probably would’ve joined the Evolution Sect."
"But as ti went on, I realized there’s an insurmountable gap between myself and those geniuses, those nurtured by the core of organizations. I’m not the protagonist, not even an eye-catching supporting character beside the protagonist."
"Aligning with the Evolution Sect may be thrilling for a while, but in the end, I’ll only beco nutrients for the evolution of those above."
Wu Chang said: "Given the past few days’ Erosion Dungeon, all sorts of characters have erged. I have a premonition that sothing inside Night Song Bar will reveal its tail this ti."
Zhao Yan nodded, "They surely didn’t expect us to hold grudges like this."
Wu Chang rolled his eyes, it was typical of Zhao Yan to bear grudges, but he himself never bore grudges. If he had a grudge, he settled it on the spot.
Zhao Yan took out two pills from his personal space and handed one to Wu Chang.
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"Where did you get this from?" Wu Chang asked curiously.
Zhao Yan replied naturally, "Soone in the sub-bureau can make these. Requested a bit more during the previous infiltration, these are what’s left over."
Wu Chang frowned, thinking how consumables left over from tasks long ago still remained. Was Zhao Yan sure he only requested a bit more?
But on second thought, during the Erosion Dungeon strategy, he withheld two bottles of Energy Activation Potion, and even Sword Star didn’t ask for them back. The value of the two Energy Activation Potions was probably equivalent to hundreds of Transformation Pills.
Thinking this, it instantly made sense.
After taking the Transformation Pills, both experienced slight changes in height and body shape; even acquaintances would find it hard to recognize them.
Using the mbership card prepared by Zhao Yan, they easily entered the interior of Night Song.
Upon entering Night Song, Wu Chang imdiately felt his mind beco heavy, as if sothing was suppressing his inspiration, restricting his perception of his surroundings.
If his inspiration hadn’t surpassed 100, he might truly have been affected by this force.
He looked towards Zhao Yan, only to find Zhao Yan unaffected, highlighting the skill of Night Song’s arrangers; players with low inspiration levels wouldn’t even realize they were affected.
He wasn’t implying Zhao Yan’s inspiration was low, but rather that all mbers of the Managent Bureau who infiltrated Night Song had low inspiration.
If any one of them had inspiration reaching eighty or ninety, they would instantly detect the anomaly.
The main body of Night Song Bar is underground, the stairs leading down are quite long, reaching down to the depth of the fourth underground level before the bar’s entrance is visible.
Inside the bar, its interior wasn’t much different from other bars, with the usual bar counters, dance floors, stages, bands, and DJs.
The only difference was the inclusion of several events inappropriate for kids.
The waitstaff moving through the venue wore boldly revealing leather outfits, over ten-centiter high-heeled leather boots, with strange animal headgear made of black leather, carrying trays around.
When watching videos and seeing backless outfits, comnts often joke about wearing clothes backward.
But here, backless outfits were indeed worn backward, and the waitstaff, each wealthy and extravagant, adorned themselves with tallic and gemstone ornants showcasing their imnse wealth.
It was clear the venue’s servers were rigorously trained, their walking postures, word choice, and tone during service, every action of delivering drinks, incited people’s hormones.
Despite wearing black leather masks covering their heads resembling horses, dogs, cats, or rabbits, their allure still sparked imaginations.
Others might not know, but Wu Chang, the young man with no worldly experience, stood at attention.
Pretending not to know, he asked Zhao Yan, "Is this even legal?"
Zhao Yan, despite being a veteran, wasn’t immune to such trials, he took Wu Chang to sit in a corner of the bar, focused his eyes on the glass without glancing sideways, and said:
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