Damascus, a secluded alleyway.
Ning Shisan, carrying a travel bag, approached a bar named "Hellfire" and pushed open a heavy wooden door...
"Woosh~" "#&%￥#*￥#..."
Compared to the slightly desolate and quiet street, the bar was bustling with noise, as if the inside and outside were two different worlds.
In the somewhat outdated bar, dozens of patrons speaking the local language were loudly chatting and laughing.
Seeing Ning Shisan's unfamiliar Asian face, many scrutinizing gazes in the bar turned towards him.
Those looks were not friendly.
Ning Shisan ignored the stares of the people around him and went straight to the bar, where he spoke fluently in Arabic.
"I'm looking for Emir!"
Upon hearing this, the bartender sized up Ning Shisan for a moment.
"What do you want with our boss?"
"To talk some business."
The bartender gave Ning Shisan a meaningful look, then nodded.
"Please follow me."
