Denve Bar with dimly lit.
The room is filled with the scent of alcohol, mixed with burning high-grade spices, and men and women breathing, making it a perfect place to relax and hunt for s.ex.
The air conditioner blows a comfortably cool breeze, bringing a trace of cool and blowing the sticky air away so that people will not feel stuffy.
In a corner separated by a mesh curtain, a man sat loosely on a sofa.
He had a young look, with smooth, hard facial lines and stuning features, with a touch of teenage boyishness.
His legs wobbled gently, and he was bored.
After a while, a man with a black mask and sunglasses entered the bar. He was very low-key and went straight into the VIP room.
This look is unusual in a crowd.
Cecil, holding a cigar in his mouth, flicked on his lighter.
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