As soon as she entered the bar, Chloe Baird was already sitting on the sofa in the corner, and King was sitting next to her, holding a pink cocktail-like drink in his hand, but Chloe Baird smiled and shook her head.
She's not an idiot. Can she drink anything here recklessly?
The bar counter was also worn out, Atlas Hallow ordered a glass of whiskey, threw in an ice cube but didn't drink it, just watched the ice slowly melt in the golden liquid, releasing tiny bubbles.
His gaze wandered around; this bar still had a second floor, but there was a wooden sign at the stairway entrance indicating that the second floor was off-limits.
The people must be upstairs. Although anxious, Atlas Hallow didn't dare rush up recklessly. He came in just to survey the situation, then picked up his phone and sent a signal to Jason, telling him to bring his people to the rooftop of this bar.
Everything must be done flawlessly.
