After hearing the driver's words, Fang Yu felt like he was stepping into a massive pit.
Hasn't he just returned to Jiangzhou for a short while, and already he had a profound sense of how deep city schemes run - even a pestle can be ground to a needle!
After a journey of over an hour, he finally arrived at a street in the old district of Jiangzhou.
The alley was deep and secluded.
Fang Yu got out of the car and headed into the depths of the street.
It was desolate.
It didn't seem at all like it should in a big city. Although Jiangzhou isn't on par with Yanjing, it should still be considered one of the most developed cities in Huaxia, right?
Walking to the end of the street, Fang Yu saw a decrepit three-story building with a sign hanging askew that bore a few crooked words: Barbarian Club.
"Damn! Is it that sketchy?!" Fang Yu's eyes widened.
