As the tightly shut door slowly opened, the scene behind it entered He Ao's field of vision.
Dim lights shone over the spacious hall. Small round tables were scattered in an orderly fashion, extending inward from the doorway all the way to the far end of the hall.
There stood a beautiful solid wood bar counter and an enormous gilded wine cabinet. Fine strips of light lined the back of the cabinet, illuminating every bottle until it gleamed crystal-clear.
A hunched Old Man in a loose robe was sitting behind the wine cabinet, looking at a glowing display screen behind it.
As the door opened, he slowly rose to his feet.
Rui Lin surveyed everything before her with some confusion. Clearly, the scene in this "office" was rather different from what she remembered.
He Ao strode into the hall. It was so quiet that even the intense gunfire outside seemed to have fallen silent.
Yet the moment he stepped into the hall, He Ao could feel some sharp, invisible gaze that made his skin crawl, surging toward him from all directions.
"Would you two like something to drink?"
With his back to the two people entering, the Old Man reached to the wine cabinet beside him, took out a bottle, and placed it on the bar.
Feeling that taut, piercing sensation, He Ao calmly passed through the rows of small round tables, walked to a chair before the bar, and sat down. "A glass of 'Discipline,' please."
"You have taste."
The Old Man gave a hoarse chuckle, set down the bottle in his hand, slowly turned around, and took another bottle from the cabinet.
At that moment, Rui Lin also walked over with hesitation and confusion. She seemed not to feel that "invisible gaze" at all, merely puzzled by the