The sky had already darkened, and the night in Beihai City was brightly lit, as if it were daylight. The splendid view made even the stars in the sky appear dim.
At the bar near the harbor in Beihai City, the number one of the Skull Party had made a change, donned neutral clothing, and sat in the corner of the bar, drinking alone in silence.
Soon, a bartender walked in from the back door of the bar. He was a young man, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with a professional smile on his face, small eyes that squinted into slits when he smiled.
He surveyed the bar, and focused on the woman sitting in the corner drinking alone.
Carrying a bottle of vodka, he walked over, personally poured a glass for the number one of the Skull Party, and offered it to her, "It's rare, number one, to see you here."
"I have business with you, number three." The number one of the Skull Party said coldly.
