The taxi sped along, and two hours later, Alexander arrived at the gates of the lavish Nine Nice club. Flanking the entrance were two lines of imposing security guards, each holding batons, standing tall like a wall of enforcers.
Alexander got out and walked towards the club, the eyes of the guards following his every move. Anyone else might have been intimidated and turned back, but Alexander paid no attention to their stares.
As Alexander approached, one of the guards stepped forward and waved his hand.
"Stop. Nine Nice has been fully booked by a VIP today. No entry allowed."
"What if I insist on going in?"
Alexander asked indifferently. The guards burst into laughter, knowing full well that Alexander had come to cause trouble. But seeing one man daring to ignore the presence of mor
