Amidst the intense drumming, the crowd jumped around.
In the corner, Yang Ming held a drink resembling beer, leaned back on the couch, and watched the red lights and green wine everywhere, trying to clear his mind.
The person he was waiting for hadn't arrived yet, in Dark City, he could party freely.
However, Yang Ming remained cautious, because many of the people here had just participated in the Battle of Sherman and Luofeng, driving 'more and more' UAVs to complete designated tactical tasks under strong interference from the other side.
If he, the commander, went down and got surrounded by a few hot-bodied girls, and the surrounding Wind soldiers saw that...
The impact would be too negative.
"Boss, aren't you going down to join the fun for a while?"
Lyu's voice rang in Yang Ming's ear.
Yang Ming snorted with laughter: "Do I not care about my face? If recognized by the Wind soldiers, the joke would be huge."
