Thinking of this, I didn't care whether it hurt or not, I got into the alley from the main road and shuttled through the narrow alley in an S shape.

The noise gradually sounded, and the cacophony of music came out from the lights in the distance.

It is worthy of a bar street, the bars are one after another, and the music of all walks of life is intertwined, which is a little irritating.

Groups of young people squatting on the road looking at the girl's big white legs, drunken red men and green women staggered forward.

All of this is a great barrier for me.

With the crowd as an obstacle, the distance between me and the four men in black was significantly widened, and as soon as I looked up, the sign of Zhenhai Bar was right above my head.

I've never eaten pork, but I've seen pigs run, and this bar must be very messy, as long as I get here, even if the whistling dog comes, it won't smell me!

However, the moment I opened the door, I was stupid.

It was indeed a bar, but there was no loud music, no writhing men and women, just a table of customers sipping a beer.

The melodious saxophone came, making this quiet not like a bar.

The bartender, dressed in a black and white uniform, tilted his head to look at me, and the rag in his hand was off his glass.

The guests at the table also looked at me, and I laughed a few times and closed the door a little awkwardly.

I walked a few steps to the front desk, dragged a half-person-tall bar chair, and put my hands on the counter.

Seeing me sit down, the bar continued to bow his head and wipe his glass, asking, "What to drink?"

"I—I'm looking for someone."

As I spoke, I kept glancing out, for fear that the four people would catch up.

The bartender's hand kept moving, and he whispered, "There's no one you're looking for."

Hey!

"Who I haven't said yet?"

He folded the rag in all directions, looked at me, and then at the door: "If you want to drink, you are always welcome." Now that this disaster is hidden, it is not necessary."

"Let's go, if there is a fight, the broken things will be counted on your head."

I didn't dwell on any more, but lowered my voice very low: "Which bartender is surnamed Wang?"

The bar was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "My surname is Wang in the whole room."

"Okay."

I took out the hard-won jade pendant from my arms: "Do you know this thing?"

The moment he looked up, his gaze changed significantly, and he wanted to reach out and take the jade pendant, but I immediately withdrew my hand.

I clutched the jade pendant tightly and asked again, "Know?"

Before the bartender could speak, a male voice suddenly came from behind him, "Tell me if you know anything you don't know."

The man who spoke was the same guest at the same table where he had beer, and this man was five big and three thick, and his brown and yellow leather jacket made him look like a rooster about to take off.

As he spoke, he was already in front of me, sitting next to me.

We were both sitting, he was at least a head taller than me, and when the light fell, his shadow was over me.

"Boy, I'll take a look."

As soon as he raised his hand, his palm rushed up to me.

Although this man also looked like a rough man, there was no smell of sweat on his body, but a woody aroma.

I shook my head and put the jade pendant back in my pocket: "Whoever is surnamed Wang, I will show it to whom."

The man laughed: "Young man, don't be so dead, I don't nod, it's useless for you to show anyone."

The bartender glanced at me, then lowered his head and continued wiping his glass: "He didn't lie to you."

Now I'm begging someone to do something, and I don't have the right to speak.

I looked back and saw that the gate was no more than ten meters away from me, and if something suddenly happened, I was confident that I could rush out in a matter of seconds.

So, I took out the jade pendant again and put it in the palm of my hand: "Just look at it like this."

The man picked up a cigar from the table, and the flames from the airbrush hissed.

"Whew."

He squinted at the jade pendant and let out a thick puff of eyes, and the characteristic aroma of the cigar gradually dissipated.

I kept looking out the door, but he wasn't in a hurry.

"Talk somewhere else."

After saying that, he picked up the beer glass in one hand and the cigar in the other, leaving me with only a back.

At this time, my heart is at ease.

He walked in front, followed me in the back, and went up the stairs to the second floor.

The second floor looked like a VIP room, each room was separated by privacy glass, and he pushed the door open and walked in first.

As soon as I entered the house, two stuffy sticks slapped down without warning.

I was just about to fight back when a sack came across me, and the moment I fell into the darkness, a clear blow had already fallen on me......