Chen Fei gave Hassan, the tall guy pulled out from this short gang, only four days.
If he couldn't find the right person in four days, he would settle the bill and leave, capped at four hundred Star Yuan, not a single extra penny.
The other party boasted of being a local guide knowing Moon City inside out, but it's only been a little over a year, not enough to fool anyone.
Chen Fei, who rarely visited bars or dance floors, listened to the fast-paced music, the beats almost indistinguishable, just loud booms, noisier than jet engines, making his head throb.
The 911 Aircrew Base also had such internal entertainment venues, but they felt isolated, and the tunes they played were slow rock compared to the trendy new songs here.
"Hey, Hassan, do you dare to step onto the territory of the Beggar Gang?"
Suddenly, someone blocked Chen Fei and his group, or rather, intercepted their local guide, Hassan.
