The interior of the building reminded him of the Rose Bar.
Although this place was deserted, Dai Zhiqiang could see the empty bar in the deeper part of the room. Tables were aligned neatly with no sign of them ever being used, with thick dust coating their surface.
The torn and dirty curtain covered the window, and the moonlight seeped through the curtain hole.
However, despite looking old, this place was more spacious than Rose Bar. There were stairs leading to the second floor beside the bar counter.
Dai Zhiqiang couldn't sense any human presence from the first floor, so he had no choice but to check on the higher floor.
He sharpened his senses so he wouldn't miss any slight movement before he took out his favorite swiss knife, readying it beside his body.
