The long coat was swaying along with the wind which brushed past the old man. He removed the coat from his back and tightened it around his waist.
Thereafter, he continued his long journey until he reached a wooden hut which looked like an ancient wine bar.
Although it appeared shabby and untidy, the place was crowded with many people, especially middle-aged men. There were a few youngsters as well.
Most of them were drinking wine or beer while gambling in groups, scolding each other using bad words which were unpleasant to hear. However, none of them cared about their reputation.
They were drunkards and gamblers, to begin with. If they truly cared about their honour, reputation and whatnot, they wouldn't even step into such places.
A man who looked like he was in his late thirties, smirked mockingly as soon as he saw the old man go inside the hut.
"Grandpa, why are you here?" His voice filled with sarcasm.
