"Business about getting into the city," Wu Liangchen said flatly.
Hearing this, the burly men's expressions shifted slightly, and they exchanged a glance.
Finally, the burly man stepped aside. "Follow me."
Wu Liangchen and Song Ling'Er walked into the "Rusted Iron" bar.
The light inside was dim, and the air was thick with the mixed stench of alcohol, cheap tobacco, and sweat.
Blaring heavy metal music thundered through the room. A few scantily clad dancers writhed on a small stage, with many grim-faced patrons sitting below.
The burly man led them through the noisy main hall to a relatively quiet private room in the back.
In the private room sat a short, stout middle-aged man in a floral shirt with a thick gold chain around his neck. He was drinking with his arms around two heavily made-up women.
