A NEW LIFE BEGINS.

After entering the bar, Clark didn’t see anything that indicated this place as his country fleet’s hide-out. The bar was as boisterous as any other; the men here smoked and drank recklessly, as they sometimes burst into loud fits of laughter unexpectedly.

What peeved him a bit was the way the men groped the female waiters. The expression on their faces showed their unwillingness, but they could only hide it behind a strained smile. This was their business after all.

Despite feeling a little annoyed, he was still able to control himself. It was none of his business; he already learned the trait of absolute self-control, from his many experiences.

The man escorting him suddenly made a sharp turn to the left; he followed the man as he was led to a dark corner. He kept quiet, despite a wall obstructing them now.