Jiangning, bar street.
At night, the place was always brilliantly lit.
Men and women, mingling like birds in spring.
The hustle and bustle was indescribable.
But it was now the afternoon.
Most storefronts remained firmly shut.
As a symbol of nightlife,
they wouldn't open until the sun had set.
However, the door of one bar was open.
But it was hardly crowded.
At this time, most customers were busy working for others.
They had no time to waste on themselves.
"This is the place,"
As the car stopped, Lu Feifei pointed at the bar's entrance.
According to the investigation, Sun Erhu had used this place as a base before.
As for the people inside, they were Wang Hu's spies sent to Jiangning in advance.
The woman who turned up as a dry corpse this morning had been drinking here last night.
"I want to see how deep Wang Hu's nails are buried,"
Lin Fan said with a smile as he opened the car door.
With his arm around Lu Feifei's slender waist, he walked inside.
