The boy wore an off-white sweatshirt and black cropped pants, with heavy and bewitching smoky makeup on his face, and a black snail stud earring in his left ear, especially with the skull pattern on his chest, which looked like a classic street gangster.

The young man leaned on the sofa, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, holding a glass of wine in his hand at random, turning it twice from time to time, and the transparent liquid was spilled with the rotation of his slender fingers.

You can see most of the bar from here, but you can't see it from the outside.

The boy occasionally looked up and looked around, but continued to stare at the wine glass in his hand without noticing, as if waiting for someone.

This young man is Ancha.

The Thousand Spice Bamboo Fruit Elixir she wants to refine is still one less medicine - Bone Erosion Flower.

Ancha checked the information that day and found out that it turned out that there is also this world, but the name is different, here it is called poppy, or contraband.

And the role of the bone erosion flower here is mostly used to make that or something.

Ancha was slightly speechless.

But it's none of her business, she just needs to find a way to get a few plants.

So Ancha appeared in this bar.

There are many bars in H City, and there are many bars with special deals, but there are not many bars that are as private and safe as this one.

She also found these from a private detective agency on the Internet.

Although this bar may look unremarkable, it is actually like the existence of a black market, and you can buy anything you want as long as you have money.

However, if there is no one to lead you, you have to find the manager of the bar for the first time.

So Ancha waited here for two days, and today is the next day.

Suddenly, there were several movements at the staircase on the second floor, and it seemed that someone was coming down.

The noisy environment of the bar, of course, you can't hear any sound, but this corner where Ancha is staying is a bit like a small private room specially separated.

The opposite side of Ancha is just opposite the staircase, so she can just hear the movement on the second floor.

Soon, a group of people came down from the corner, and the man at the head was the most eye-catching.

The height of the nearly 1.9 meter tall person completely crushed the group of people behind him, his hair was all combed back and fixed with hairspray, and he was wearing only a thin black shirt and black trousers.

The cuffs are casually rolled up, revealing a small section of fair skin and a luxurious watch.

There are no blemishes on the handsome face, the lines are perfectly proportioned, there is no overly masculine coldness, and there is no feminine softness.

His lips are thin, but they don't stand out when they are placed with the whole face, and there is a smile on the corners of his lips, but there is a gentle sense of detachment in his gestures.

The speed of going down the stairs is not fast or slow, probably because of Ancha's good ear strength, one of the very regular footsteps can be heard from the chaotic footsteps.

Ancha noticed him as soon as she looked up, but she couldn't see the man's face clearly because there was no light.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and Ancha can see more clearly.

In an instant, An Cha's expression was as if he had eaten Xiang, and the evil smile that he had pretended to be forced to accept was not accepted, nor was he not accepted.

The glass in hand suddenly stopped turning, and with a "grunt" fell to the ground, rolled in a circle, and rolled under the table.

No one would notice such a trivial matter, Ancha squatted down the moment the wine glass fell, and then bent down and lowered his head and reached in to pick it up.

It took more than a minute to grind, and it wasn't until the group disappeared around the corner of the stairs that An Cha slowly got up.

Then, Ancha patted the dust on her legs, and went to pay for it very calmly.