As the DJ stopped abruptly, a spotlight shone on Jagoan.
The person with the microphone shouted excitedly,” Everybody, let’s get high! Please look at Mr. Lennon. Mr. Lennon is paying for everything tonight! Let’s get high!”
The whole disco was in an uproar when they heard that.
There were many occasions where people would spend a fortune, and you could run into one if you were lucky. There was no doubt that the people here were lucky tonight.
“Mr. Lennon? I’ve never heard of him in Ocean City.”
“A rising star, perhaps? Mr. Lennon is so generous. Who cares? Let’s accept his generosity.”
“Come on, let’s drink to Mr. Lennon!”
As one person started, more people chimed in.
“Cheers to Mr. Lennon!”
Jagoan got rid of the bodies while the crowd was cheering.
When Jagoan saw Jagoan out of the corner of his eye, he made a few gestures at Jagoan.
Jagoan nodded.
Someone in this disco tonight was doomed.
Jagoan smiled and looked at Wendy and her gang.
Wendy looked a little pale, but she was calm. She gazed into Jagoan’s face.
“You look pretty rich.”
“I am,” Jagoan replied.
“What’s the matter? Are you trying to show off your wealth to me? If you think this will intimidate me, you’re sorely mistaken.”
“Not really.” Jagoan gave a hostile chuckle.
He clapped his hands and looked at the man with the microphone.
With one gesture, the man with the microphone immediately handed the microphone over to Jagoan.
Microphone in hand, Jagoan cleared his throat and pointed to Wendy and her gang.
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