The beauty Adi didn't pay any attention to Jimmy; Jimmy's face indeed wasn't very pleasing—in America, not all girls have a penchant for the exotic, especially those at the Intercontinental Hotel who have seen too many different kinds of people. To them, a young Asian-looking kid who still seems like a college student and Justin's lackey was of no interest to Adi.
Being unnoticed was just fine with Jimmy. Seeing someone smoking on the other side of the bar, he also took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, pulled over an ashtray from the bar top, and lit one up for himself.
Justin had said that the Intercontinental Hotel in New York was the largest gathering point on the East Coast, so the guests in the bar were probably their assassins and collaborators. Frankly, Jimmy still hadn't gone through all of the FBI's wanted files. In theory, quite a few people here should be on that list.
