Leon grimaced as the bass ripping the speakers in the club hit his eardrums with renewed force.

He behaved like a grumpy old man who was brought to the club by force. However, there was still some truth in this.

After taking a sip from his glass, Kennedy once again began to look around the dancing crowd with a bored gaze. Dozens of bodies writhing in a drunken fit.

Ugh!

Leading his gaze further, he drew attention to you, who, laughing, sang along to the playing song, moving to the beat.