Sand Beach Nightclub, a very famous nightclub in New York City, is said to have been built with funds from the second son of an old-money family from the last century.
A large number of models are hired as waitstaff inside, each possessing top-tier looks and figures.
Moreover, every piece of decor and furniture follows a luxury style, making internal consumption extremely expensive.
But with wealthy influencers and rich people having more money than they can spend, they love to come here for leisure.
This makes it so that even entering the Sand Beach Nightclub requires a Star Diamond Membership.
If Sun Yan were relying on himself alone, as an outsider, he definitely couldn't enter Sand Beach Nightclub.
Fortunately, Roken had connections. The two got out of Roken's Cadillac SUV, passed the security at the entrance, and easily entered the nightclub.
"What's this smell?"
Walking down the dark corridor, Sun Yan couldn't help but ask as he covered his nose.
"You'll get used to it; this is a feature of Sand Beach Nightclub, the smell of freedom," Roken replied indifferently as he patted Sun Yan on the shoulder.
In the corridor, a large number of dancers dressed provocatively, clad in mere strips of fabric, moved back and forth.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, large busts, white skin, long legs... Sun Yan couldn't take it all in.
"This really is heaven for men," Sun Yan couldn't help but remark.
Exiting the corridor, the true appearance of Sand Beach Nightclub finally came into view for Sun Yan. The entire area spanning seven to eight hundred square meters featured a massive swimming pool.
Artificial sand was spread all around the swimming pool, making it look just like a real beach.
Beautiful women in bikinis and men in shorts frolicked in the pool, while others sat by the pool with cocktails in hand.
This truly shattered Sun Yan's typical impression of nightclubs.
"Sir, would you like some champagne?"
A tall-legged beauty, over 170cm in height, carrying a tray, walked up and asked Roken and Sun Yan.
"Much obliged." Roken skillfully took two glasses from the tray and handed one to Sun Yan.
"Relax a bit, although we're here on business tonight, it doesn't mean we can't loosen up a little, blend into the ambiance.
Remember, if we act too serious, it's easy for people to realize we're not here for fun," Roken reminded softly.
Sun Yan quietly opened the Celestial Eye, observing everyone in the venue. Latest content published on n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
If there really was an Enchanting Demon among the crowd, he'd spot it instantly.
"Hey! Isn't this Roken? How coincidental to meet you here tonight."
Just as Sun Yan was surveying the surroundings, a Caucasian man suddenly walked over, laughing and patting Roken's shoulder.
An odd tattoo, a triangle with an eye inside, was inked on his chest, making Sun Yan feel somewhat surprised.
Freemasonry?
"Good evening, Mr. Burn." Roken nodded, "I have a friend who's come to New York, so I brought him here for some fun. This is Jackson."
"Asian? Why would you have such a friend?" The white man raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat dismissively at Sun Yan.
Although he didn't say much, Sun Yan could sense a sliver of disdain and contempt from his gaze.
Sun Yan's mouth twitched, here goes that damn discrimination again.
In North America, many Caucasians have a deep disregard for Asians, especially those wealthy ones.
They consider themselves part of the noble elite class of America, the upper crust of the financial world.
Stereotypes of Eastern People remain stuck in the Man Qing and Republic eras.
"Mr. Burn, Jackson is a very capable person, I hope you won't underestimate him," Roken quickly spoke.
"Perhaps. My friend is waiting over there, I should go."
Mr. Burn dismissively pursed his lips, not even sparing Sun Yan a glance, only greeting Roken before striding away.
Looking at his departing figure, Roken explained, "Mr. Burn is just like that; I hope you won't be upset. He was born affluent, and has always received elite education. Decades of smooth-sailing business inevitably lead to some rude behavior."
"It's fine; I don't mind, finding the Enchanting Demon is more important," Sun Yan sipped his champagne and said calmly.
"I nearly caught the Enchanting Demon last night, she's bound to act more covertly now. Here's something for you; we'll split up what we're looking for.
If a Demon appears near you, this will glow. Whoever discovers it first should keep an eye on it and notify the other for help."
Roken handed Sun Yan a glass orb and quickly moved toward the densest crowd.
"This guy really has a variety of tricks."
Looking at the glass orb in his hand, Sun Yan pocketed it and headed in the direction away from Roken.
He possessed the Celestial Eye Divine Power and didn't need this orb to help him find Enchanting Demons.
The first floor of Sand Beach Nightclub was vast, and there was even a stage beside the pool specifically for dancers.
Many blonde dancers in metallic tasseled skirts twisted their bodies on stage, their moves unmistakably R-rated.
Whenever the atmosphere reached a fever pitch, some people would even throw bundles of green US Dollar bills onto the stage, leaving Sun Yan dumbfounded.
These days, people really do laugh at poverty rather than prostitution; what kind of money is so easily earned?
The tips these dancers receive in one night might equal a month's salary for ordinary people.
As Sun Yan paused, planning to admire a bit critically, the figure of a curvaceous red-haired woman sidling up to a Caucasian youth avidly throwing money caught Sun Yan's interest.