Squeak—
The door was pushed open, and a muscular man sitting on the side glanced at him but ignored him, continuing to drink alcohol alone.
The inside environment was completely different from the storm outside.
This was a small bar with only a few kinds of alcohol, and judging by the looks, these drinks were mixed using industrial alcohol.
But even so, they remained expensive.
Although the taste was bad, it could still get you drunk.
Inside this small bar, there were only two dim lights and four or five tables.
Near the door sat a muscular man, while at another table, a man seemed to be passed out drunk.
Behind the counter was a skinny old man with glasses, who lowered his head again after seeing the young man enter.
"Uncle Diao, I'm trading fish for grains." The young man walked over and placed the fish on the table.
The skinny old man put down the glass he was wiping and lifted the fish by the grass rope tied around its mouth, weighing it.
