Trenton Smith finished his cigarette and took her to another private box.
The box was large, with a bar and a pool table. In front of the pool table, a young man was playing pool, and a woman stood by the wall, looking at her from a distance. Norris Moore took a glance and then looked away.
McKinney White was sitting on the couch talking to a man in front of him. Today, he was wearing a white shirt and light blue washed jeans, not looking as imposing as he did in his suit and leather shoes, but rather like a college student.
The man sitting across from McKinney White had very fair skin.
He was wearing a snow-white shirt, from the sleeves of which flowed skin even whiter than the shirt. On his delicate wrist, he wore a string of Tibetan blue prayer beads, glossy and obviously often played with.
The man had a refined face, handsome and elegant, with a pair of clear black eyes under his black hair.
