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(Wish everyone a happy May Day!)
A shabby blanket, a pair of shiny leather shoes, a comical little yellow duck mask.
Mu Fan appeared in the secluded corridor like this, without light, dim, winding and long. However, along the corridor, faint voices could be heard not far ahead.
This was an approximately one hundred square meter retro tavern, completely different from what outsiders might imagine. There were no resident singers or dancing girls. Looking at those mask-wearing individuals sitting in twos and threes around round wooden tables, was this just a primitive tavern?
Shadows enveloped the corridor. Beneath the mask, Mu Fan's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he came in not for a drink. Some were loudly discussing, some were silently sipping their drinks. The aroma of alcohol and voices blended into a wave of sorts with a scent.
"What do you see?" Black's faint voice came through.
