"A bottle of Schorle and a pack of Red Five!"
Deep in the alleys of Jiangcheng's XC District, inside the smoke-filled Feilong Internet Cafe, Wang Pu slapped a ten-yuan bill and his ID card onto the counter.
His eyes swept across the hazy room, and seeing that his usual spot was still empty, he let out a breath of relief and whistled at the girl behind the counter.
Chapter 377