"Lu Xi, this is it, one and two." Lv Ziming called out to Lone Wolf as he led the way into a somewhat rundown barbershop.
The barbershop was tiny, about thirty square meters. The room had no windows, only a wooden door with a corner missing from the glass.
Inside, there was a coal stove in the center, with a "chimney" to vent the gas out to the back to prevent those inside from getting gas poisoning.
Seeing someone enter, the old man warming his hands by the stove beamed with a smile and greeted, "Haircut or shave?"
"Neither haircut nor shave; we want to inquire about something." Lv Ziming took out a cigarette and offered it politely.
Realizing there wasn't any business, a hint of dissatisfaction appeared in the old man's eyes, but he still accepted the cigarette and gestured for Lone Wolf and Lv Ziming to sit.
The three of them sat around the coal stove. The old man lit the cigarette, picked up a mug of tea, and asked, "What do you want to know?"
