Li Xiaoqiang looked at the woman with German ancestry, her facial features delicate and her figure sexy.
Li Xiaoqiang glanced at the dinner plate in her hand, which held several packets of white powder. Li Xiaoqiang smiled, shook his head, and said in English, "Miss, I'm sorry, no need."
After Li Xiaoqiang spoke, she went off to find other customers.
Africa, indeed, was a mess. Back home, such things were dealt with sneakily, but here, they were sold openly without any hesitation.
Li Xiaoqiang approached the bar, sat in a booth, ordered a bottle of ice-cold beer, and started drinking.
Just then, an American woman walked up to Li Xiaoqiang and said, "Hello, sir, may I join you for a drink?"
Li Xiaoqiang replied with a smile, "Of course, you may."
Immediately, the two sat together. The American woman was bold, chatting with Li Xiaoqiang as if she had no reservations. However, in reality, she only spoke of trivial matters, and Li Xiaoqiang responded perfunctorily.
