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Ren Holding the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road ahead. Sedan smoothly weaving through the streets of Night City, the neon lights and billboards creating a colorful scene. The urban rhythm is fast-paced and bustling, like an endless electronic dance music track.
Pedestrians and street performers hurry along the sidewalks, while drones buzz busily in the sky, carrying out various tasks. This city never sleeps.
Following the navigation's guidance, Ren began to enter a relatively old area from the main road. The buildings here all have a slight sense of history, without the cold steel and glass feeling of the high-rise buildings. The streetlights emit a dim yellow light, as if returning to the early days of Night City.
Before long, Ren arrived at a private club located in this old area, which is where Samir is located. From the outside, this club gives off a mysterious and noble feeling, with red silk curtains emitting a faint golden light, and the security at the entrance dressed neatly, conducting strict inspections on every guest entering and leaving.
Ren stopped the car, took a deep breath, then got out and walked towards the entrance of the club. He knew that every move here would be watched, so he had to appear calm. After all, he was about to face one of the most influential fixers in Night City.
As Ren approached the club's entrance, a burly security guard came up to him and extended his hand, "Please show me your identification."
Ren habitually took out his electronic ID card from his pocket for security to scan. After the scan, security nodded, and another security officer used a detector to perform a full-body scan on Ren, ensuring he wasn't carrying any prohibited items or concealed weapons.
After the scan, the third level of inspection began, this time conducted by a professional body search officer. He personally conducted a simple touch search on Ren, especially in areas such as the belt, shoes, and pockets where items could be easily concealed.
After the search was completed, the security guard nodded, indicating that Ren could enter. Ren smiled slightly, expressing his gratitude, and then stepped into the club.
Although Ren was accustomed to this procedure, he always felt a little displeased, especially in a place he frequented. But he also understood that these strict security measures were necessary to ensure that the club's high-end clients could enjoy their time with peace of mind. Every guest here is an elite and important figure in Night City, and their safety is paramount.
When Ren entered the club, the first thing that caught his eye was the dim lighting and elegant decorations. Each table was carefully set, and the air was filled with a faint scent of perfume and the aroma of cigars. It felt like a small oasis in Night City, far away from the hustle and danger outside.
The atmosphere inside the club exuded a sense of understated luxury. Although the crowd was not large, every guest seemed to emit an undeniable presence. There was no loud chatter here; instead, there were low, rhythmic conversations occasionally accompanied by silvery laughter.
At the bar, a man in a high-end suit is elegantly drinking with a woman in an evening gown. Their conversation is clearly different from casual chat, more like discussing some important business cooperation.
In another corner, three or four men are sitting around a table, covered with electronic devices and documents. One of them is holding a mini projector, presenting some data to the others. It looks like they are discussing a large project.
RenAs I passed by a sofa, I secretly glanced at the couple sitting on it. The man had several intricate rings on his fingers, while his companion elegantly sipped red wine, the huge diamond on her necklace sparkling in the light.
In this way, although each group of guests seemed to be engaged in different activities, they all exuded a special confidence and authority, as if they held a part of the destiny of Night City in their hands.
Ren knew that most of these people were the elite and big shots of Night City, their power and influence far exceeding that of the average citizen. In such an environment, Ren couldn't help but feel his own insignificance.
As Ren walked into the bar area, the bartender quickly spotted his figure in the crowd. The bartender, named Beck, was a sturdy middle-aged man. He had a thick stubble on his face, but it didn't hide his cunning eyes, each customer here, he understood like an open book.
Ren walked up to the bar, and Beck immediately set down his cocktail tools, his face lighting up with a bright and warm smile, as if greeting a long-lost friend. " Ren!" he exclaimed happily, giving Ren a strong pat on the shoulder, as if they hadn't seen each other in a long time.
Ren smiled back at him and replied, " Beck, you always seem so lively every time you come. The business here still looks as bustling as ever."
BeckHey, he smirked and said, "Of course, this is one of the most famous places in Night City. Especially for the wealthy, they all like to come here for entertainment."
He continued, "Whiskey as usual today?" he said, with a sly glint in his eyes behind his glasses, as if hinting at something.
Ren smiled and nodded, "You always understand me the best, of course!"
Beck immediately got to work, taking out a long-coveted bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and starting to mix a drink for Ren.
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