The dim red light illuminated every corner of the bar, soft music drifted into the ears, and several men sat at the corner table, smoking cigarettes and large cans of beer in front of them.

A waiter in a garnet red jacket stood at the bar, a white turtleneck shirt inside, humming a tune in his mouth, wiping the countertop and wine glasses neatly, his eyes glancing at everyone who walked in through the door.

Bai Lotian stood in the doorway and looked in, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim light of the bar, and walked to a table near the window.

The waiter trotted over when he saw a guest sit down, carrying a tray of beer, red and white wine, and a clear wine glass.

The waiter looked at Bai Lotian and bent down, the tray in his hand almost touched his nose, lest he couldn't see clearly, and there was an inquiring look in his eyes.

Bai Lotian saw that it was a young man about twenty years old, with fair skin, dark blue eyes, and a silver stud earring on his ear, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the beer, motioned for him to pour a beer, and then left a bill on the tray as a tip.

The waiter poured a large glass of beer and gently placed it in front of Bai Lotian, and the beer foam was huddled together like a wave. He turned and floated away, with a satisfied smile on his face, like a peach blossom in March.

Bai Lotian picked up the wine glass, took a big sip, cocked Erlang's legs, rested his head on the back of the chair, and his fingers tapped the table with the melody of the music.

About half an hour later, a tall figure walked in, wearing a rat-gray linen tunic with a low crewneck top, it was Paul. He quickly scanned the bar, like a searchlight at night, until he saw Bai Lotian's location.

Paul walked over, sat down at the table in front of Bai Lotian, turned his back to Bai Lotte, and stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in the direction of the bar.

Facing inside, the waiter who was bartending heard the voice, quickly turned around, grabbed a large wine glass, and walked over with a tray on his face.

Paul asked for a fuchsia cocktail, he held the slender handle of the glass, put it under his nose, sniffed it, and then took a small sip and swallowed it slowly.

The bar was getting more crowded, the lights were a little brighter, the music was changed to a more upbeat pop tune, and three young girls in scantily clad clothes and heavy makeup stood on the stage in the distance, swaying to the music.

Just when Bai Lotian drank the beer dry, he found that a man with black curly hair had sat on Paul's table, directly opposite Bai Lotian, and Bai Lotian could only see Paul's head shaking.

He should be Grace!

The man was of medium stature, with dark eyebrows, brown skin, and a cyan striped shirt, and his eyes looked around from time to time, as if he was wary of something.

Bai Lotian saw that Grace was resting his hands on the table, leaning forward, listening carefully to Paul's speech, and the tip of his nose was almost touching the red wine glass on the table.

Paul gestured with his hand as he spoke, his voice low, occasionally straightening his back and nodding slightly.

Bai Lotian looked at Grace with his spare eyes, remembered his appearance deeply, took the last drop of the wine glass, got up and walked around Paul and them from behind, and walked to the bar, holding two bills in his hand.

Under the watchful eye of the bartender, Bai Lotian quietly left the bar and came to the street.

Under the dim street lamp, several cars were parked on the side of the road, and Bai Lotian was almost certain that one of them belonged to Grace.

Bai Lotian walked to the bush under the tree and stood there quietly, from here he could see through the gap in the leaves the door of the bar, and he could also see the car on the side of the road.

The door to the bar was pushed open, and a figure was projected onto the steps in front of the bar, and Grace walked down quickly, cigarette in his mouth, and a car key in his right hand, towards an elongated silver-gray Rolls-Royce.

Grace pulled the door, started the engine, and drove down the street, the lights as bright as day.

Bai Lotian brushed aside the leaves, jumped out from behind the bushes, rushed to the side of the car, pulled the door, started the car, and drove after the silver-gray Rollslath, but the headlights were not turned on.

Bai Lotian followed from a distance, always staying a distance of about a few hundred yards behind Rollslath, like a leopard quietly approaching its prey, he held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, tapped the accelerator, and warned himself not to be impatient.

There is a section of the street that is as narrow as a small alley, and it turns around.

The Rolls-Royce sped through the dilapidated streets, leaving the tattered buildings far behind, turning onto a painted road lined with oak trees, the streetlights were even more scarce, and the wheels rustled slightly.

The night sky was high and a few stars shimmered.

There were a few leaves lying on the road, distorted by the wheels, and a faint smell of oak flowers wafting into the nostrils.

Bai Lotian thought of Professor Feng, remembered Alyssa, remembered his own life experience, remembered his mother's tears, he shook his spirit, looked at the East, and understood his mission on this trip.

In a trance, the car rushed up a steep slope, but the Rolls-Royce suddenly disappeared.