There are more guests in the bar tonight than in the past few days. Ye Cheng holds his glass and glances over three of them one by one, with a seemingly absent smile on his lips. He noticed that the guests of the three tables were staring at him from time to time with very obscure eyes.

One of the tables is so bad that you don't have to guess that they are black tiger gangsters. Two people at the other table bowed their heads and whispered. Although Ye Cheng could not hear what they were talking about, it was easy to recognize from their mouths that they did not...