Silver needle bar, commercial district, watchman fortress.
In stark contrast to the cold and silent streets, when Xu Nan pushed open the door and entered the pub, he bypassed the stone pillars and arrived at the main hall. What greeted him wasn't just the warm air but also the noisy shouts of the crowd.
Only the bored bartender at the front desk looked over.
Xu Nan took off his cloak and shook off the accumulated snow. He ordered a cup of fruit juice and casually sat down at the bar counter.
It was already midnight, but the wonderful nightlife in the tavern had just begun.
The air was filled with the smell of inferior perfume and the sour smell of coal.
He couldn't help but pinch his nose and force himself to accept the chaotic atmosphere.
"Here's your juice. I'm sorry, but I can't find any fresh ones." The bartender shrugged.
Xu Nan received the cup of fruit juice and took a light sip, forcing himself not to frown.
It didn't taste that good.
