"Sir, what do you want for a drink?" the bartender asked the handsome young man in a black suit. The man was a mix of Asian-European blood, his peach blossom eyes side-glanced at the server, and he replied in an elegant manner;
"A medium dry martini, lemon peel. Shaken, not stirred."
"Certainly, sir," the bartender skillfully mixed the ingredients to make the request. Meanwhile, the man was silently eyeing the man on the VIP lounge, an impeccably handsome man in his early thirty. He had black hair permed and combed back, wearing a black suit and red tie. He had deep eyes and a calm but deadly aura.
Yes, James Grind was sitting in the same setting as the previous one again. He was in a bar, waiting until Long Zhen finished the deal with his client. After the client was gone, James Grind approached Long Zhen and sat in front of him. "Master Long, it is quite rare for you to have a meeting in this humble bar. May I entertain you with my not-so-humble presence?"
