Chapter 584

uduang.Indeed, it had been a long time since they last met and even their phone calls had become less frequent.She could tell that her brother liked Wuduang very much. She also knew that during the da...Chapter 584

A city is an eternal metropolis where lights and liquor never cease, a place of indulgence and extravagance. As long as you have money, A City will welcome you with the most beautiful demeanor, offering you whatever your heart desires without ever disappointing you.

Moyao entered a bar in the bustling district of A City by himself.

This bar was openly located in the busy area, showing no fear of being investigated by those above. It belonged to the second son of the Zhang family, and usually only top-tier individuals would come here.

Moyao had never been to such a place before; he grew up undergoing the harshest training and deeply loved his younger brother. He wasn’t interested in women or men, having nothing to do with lust. Apart from Mo Xiaobai, no one else had ever stirred his heart over these years. With someone he wanted in mind, others naturally couldn’t catch his eye. But why did he come here today Even he didn't understand. Today was Ye Feimo's wedding.

The wedding...

He never expected a wedding throughout his life because it was impossible.

Perhaps something touched his heart, making him suddenly very eager to relax. Mo Chen always told him that there were such places in Rome, with no shortage of good men, but Mo Yao had never been to any.

He was very curious about what kind of place this was.

What was the difference between this and an ordinary bar

So he walked into it.

The lighting was dim, with two men dancing on stage. One was tall and the other petite, performing a graceful waltz. It did not seem out of place to him; it just lacked the allure that women would bring.

Midnight Bar was crowded, every seat at the bar filled, as were all the sofas. There wasn’t any empty space left, and Mo Yao felt somewhat repulsed by this. He suppressed his feelings and sat down.

He thought it wise for bars to dim their lights so much. Mo Yao found it even more detestable and turned away. What he didn't know was how astonished everyone in the bar was upon seeing him. His appearance ranked among the best, unforgettable at first glance; his looks were extremely similar to Mo Ye's, incredibly beautiful and exuding absolute darkness and coldness. Such a man seemed out of place here yet also belonged there as if he were a dark ruler dominating everything under the heavens, with everyone needing to bow before him.

This man is beautiful, stunningly so.

Moyao sat down for a moment and felt malicious smiles from all around. A bar attendant came over to ask him what he wanted to drink; he was fascinated by the scene. Moyao said coldly, "A glass of whiskey."

The attendant went to pour his drink while Moyao indifferently observed the looks cast in his direction—adulation, conquest, mischief, and voyeurism. He sneered inwardly, knowing full well what kind of reaction such a visage would elicit here; everything was playing out as he had predicted.

The people at the neighboring table seemed not to have noticed him; they continued their revelry. Moyao, skilled in lip-reading, could tell that they had agreed to exchange partners for the evening. One of them, a rather scholarly-looking man, looked unhappy and complained to another about having been together with him for over a year yet being asked now to share him with someone else. The other answered casually, "We're here to have fun; why should it matter It's good to try something new."

Moyao had heard of this group before and often wondered whether he belonged in it.

Why did people feel the need to categorize themselves Whether or not he fit into such a category was none of anyone else’s business. His love for Xiaobai didn’t impede anyone; it was their own affair. It wasn't necessary to lump him with this group, and he neither disliked nor felt any particular connection to them.

Moyao sat there for a while before four people walked over without preamble and sat opposite him. Two of them took seats beside him, one asking, "What's your name Are you new here"

The tone was slightly teasing, but Moyao remained indifferent. He cast cold glances at them and only wanted to sit quietly by himself without being disturbed. These people seemed rather tactless.

Moyao exuded a peculiar aura that captivated others—it wasn’t due to his beauty or the domineering air about him, but rather because of the ascetic restraint emanating from him, which was most alluring. It was akin to how some individuals are infatuated with uniforms. Moyao seemed like a man in uniform, provoking intense desire within people to conquer him. The feeling of overpowering him while not allowing himself to be conquered added to this allure.

This was the impression Moyao gave off—so enchanting and provocative.

Seeing that he did not respond, another person introduced themselves and asked again. Moyao simply spat out one word: “Get lost!”

In just one word, it made people feel chilled to the bone as if they had plunged into a cold cellar; there was an overwhelming aura of killing intent that deterred others from getting too close. Even those standing next to him were compelled to back away slightly and refrain from confrontation.

What a brutally cold demeanor.

Slightly observant individuals could tell that this wasn’t someone who could be trifled with.d sorrowful gaze, she looked at him. Any man would soften under such a look; unwilling to see her hurt or sad.Ye Feimo raised his hand as if he wanted to wipe away her tears but then pulled it back ha...