Zhong Hai, OG Bar.
OG Bar isn't exactly upscale, among all the bars, it can only be considered middle-tier.
On the entire bar street, there's nothing particularly special about it, not much different from other bars.
Occasionally it skirts the edge, hosts some small events, and business is fairly decent.
But what Zhong Hai doesn't lack are people, especially those young men and women under intense pressure, so much so that the bars big and small here are crowded every day, the noisy sounds becoming the midnight screams.
In the corner of the bar, three people were sitting.
The table was covered with beer and fruit plates, and one of them was Wang Guodong.
"Brother Wu, Brother Ma, thanks a lot for last night. If I'd gone myself, something would've surely happened. I toast to you both."
Facing Wang Guodong were two shady figures.
One was bald and covered in tattoos, leaning against the chair, holding a cigarette, serene as ever.
