The gathering place was hidden in the alleys, and the entrance was very hidden. Easter took Mark walking on the long street, chatting, when two men dressed as waiters approached, confirmed the information, and led the way in front, winding around for five or six minutes before pushing open the inconspicuous old wooden door.
The interior was also low-key, suitable for holding a book and drinking a cup of coffee. One waiter stayed behind, and the other one still half-bent over to lead the way, pushing open three doors in succession. The deafening music made Mark frown. The smell inside was barely acceptable, the smell of alcohol, perfume, and lit tobacco, mixed together, might make people nauseous, or it might be a strange chemical reaction.
Everyone has his own fate.
Soon someone came over, and Easter showed his social skills, and after a few words, everyone was soon laughing.
At this time, Mark did not act politely. He took the champagne, clinked glasses, and casually responded with a few words. He didn't say much, but his presence was evident.
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