Inside the room, it's quite dim, not at all like the flickering light and shadow outside. The yellowish lights mix with a few slowly changing colorful tones, slightly quiet.
The room is filled with the strong scent of smoke and wine, making Keira Leaf somewhat uncomfortable. She slightly raised her head to sweep over the place. The spacious room was understated yet luxurious, with sofas occupied by several men.
Keira Leaf glanced over briefly and then withdrew her gaze. The one sitting furthest to the left was a man over 40 years old, slightly plump, with graying hair, wearing a silver traditional Chinese costume, a cigar in his mouth. Energetic, his demeanor wasn't fierce, yet one could feel a certain industry mogul's aura from him.
