On December 15th, the second year of Ming Country, ten o'clock at night.
A man wrapped in bandages walked into the bar, came to the bar counter, ordered a beer, and scanned all the guests there.
"I'm looking for Joe."
"Which Joe?"
"You know who I'm looking for, don't waste my time."
The bartender shrugged: "I only sell drinks here, you could ask someone else."
The bandaged man tossed a silver coin in front of him: "Is this what you're after?"
The bartender picked up the silver coin, examined the numbers on it, and nodded slightly: "Didn't expect someone of your stature to collect such trinkets."
"Don't challenge my patience."
"If you want to vent your anger, there's plenty of room outside. People come to the tavern to peacefully drink."
The bartender turned and twisted a bottle, and a secret door in the nearby wall slowly opened.
He walked into the secret door, crossed a dim corridor that seemed to span multiple dimensions, and entered a secret room.
