Su Mo sat at the bar, holding a cocktail made by the bartender, chatting about everyday matters with Sikinkov and the others, while Dress occasionally showcased his racial talent by performing high-level rap, earning rounds of applause.
Everyone was unleashing their inner passion, immersed in music and joy, thoroughly enjoying this wild night.
After a few rounds of drinks, the two intermediaries, both busy people, took their leave as Haywood needed to go back to take care of his grandson, and Sikinkov had business to attend to.
Once the outsiders left, the party entered the latter half.
Dongdong, a typical social butterfly, was on the most prominent stage bouncing with the DJ.
She picked up the microphone, deliberately extended her voice: "Bro——thers of the Edge! I propose we all toast to our leader!"
"Director Su! Cheers!" Everyone raised their glasses, shouting in unison to Su Mo.
Su Mo generously waved his hand, lifted his glass, and drank it all in one go.
