As soon as the door opened, the tavern's distinctive mixture of smells rushed out.
Luo Yan didn't need to distinguish them carefully to know that the air was filled with alcohol, tobacco, perfume, and other scents.
There were many people in the tavern. Quite a few men who had been drinking simply collapsed onto their tables, whereupon someone would turn their pockets inside out, then leave while cursing.
Of course, there was no shortage of women in the tavern.
Many of them wore revealing clothes, openly displaying their bodies to attract the men's attention.
The liveliest place was undoubtedly the stage.
Several enormous glass boxes had been placed on the stage. Heavily made-up women danced provocatively inside them, while their clothes gradually diminished.
Stimulated by the lights and alcohol, the men gathered around the boxes would throw anything that could be exchanged for money inside, hoping the women in the boxes would take off even more.
Indulgence, violence, and eroticism—no tavern lacked these elements.
Clearly, the Black Cat Tavern was no exception.
Luo Yan pushed through the crowd and arrived at the bar.
Behind the counter, a bartender was mixing drinks.
The bartender was no longer young. The years had left deep marks on his face, but his hands remained nimble.
Bottles and glasses moved fluidly between his hands, making the process of mixing drinks pleasing to watch. When even the most insignificant task was performed to perfection, it could become an art.
Clearly, this old bartender had demonstrated that with his own hands.
Luo Yan patiently waited for him to finish what he was doing before saying, "Give me a drink."
The old man smiled. "What would you like?"
Luo Yan looked at him. "Give me whatever you're best at making."
The people nearby turned toward Luo Yan one