That night.
As the most luxurious bar in the area, Drought Bar opened relatively early. By five-thirty, the impatient customers waiting at the entrance finally saw its doors open.
They trickled inside, each with different intentions, some merely coming to drown their sorrows, others looking for a one-night stand.
"Click..."
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared at the corner in front of the bar. The person had a calm gaze, and behind him, a Range Rover was parked.
"Hope I can find some clues tonight."
Looking at the neon-lit bar not far away, Hao Jian's eyes flickered and he shook his head: "Let's go in and take a look first."
As he pondered, Hao Jian started to move, but suddenly his foot stopped mid-air, eyes filled with doubt, focused on the bar entrance.
Just then, a woman in casual clothes suddenly walked out from inside the bar, lifted her head, glanced around, and then got into a regular van parked in the lot.
