The three people led Lu Xiaobu and his group to a bar that wasn't particularly large.
At this time, the bar was evidently closed, but the three of them pushed the door open and went in.
The bar's environment looked quite cozy, appearing to be a tranquil bar.
"Hey, you're here. My Chinese isn't very good, I can only communicate barely, hope you don't mind." The bartender spoke in what sounded like very authentic Mandarin.
"If yours isn't authentic, then not many people can claim theirs is." Lu Xiaobu chuckled and sat at the bar counter.
At the same time, he also examined the bartender in front of him.
The bartender was dressed in a neat three-piece suit, his beard was clean-shaven, and his hair meticulously groomed, indicating he was a very meticulous person.
However, the slightly playful smile at the corner of his mouth instantly destroyed this seriousness, transforming it into a devilish charm.
