"Sir, this is Box 888," the male waiter respectfully guided Harry and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Ahem... No need, go and get busy," Harry coughed lightly, sent the waiter away, and gently pushed open the heavy iron door of the box.
A noisy DJ sound and a strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol immediately hit Harry in the face, choking him and causing him to cough twice.
This environment made Harry frown. After staying in such a place for too long, Harry felt that his life span would be shortened by ten years. He really didn't understand why these young people liked to come to this kind of hellhole.
It was noisy and chaotic, with people drinking and smoking. Harry truly didn't enjoy this kind of chaotic entertainment that indulged in excess and disregarded one's health. If given a choice, he would still prefer quieter places like foot bath shops and clubs.
