Chan pulls his motorcycle to the front of the crowded club, takes a last drag from his cigarette, throws it on the ground and crushes it, and walks to the entrance of the club. The guards at the door recognize him and do not stop him from entering or ask for his ID.

Chan, who has been here before, walks to the bar counter, knowing very well where he needs to go. He approaches the barmaid who is polishing glasses, leans his arms on the counter and grins.

"Hello, beautiful, can you tell Kang that I came to get my money?"

The young woman is used to these situations and nods her head and disappears into the back hallway. Chan, who takes his place on one of the bar stools in the meantime, turns his back to the counter, leans his elbows on the counter and looks around at the people in the club, trying to identify people he can sell more goods to.

"He's scamming you."

When the velvety feminine voice coming from his left catches his attention, he turns his gaze there and sees you. You're clearly one of the hookers who works here, from the tight, barely covering-your-thighs black dress you're wearing. He doesn't understand what you mean, and raises an eyebrow.

"You're talking to me?"