Chatper 979 (1/2)

The bar where Smith is located is in a slightly remote place.

But the liveliness is no worse than the bars in the city center.

He took out his cell phone and called Smith. "I've arrived at the door, where are you probably?"

"Enter the door and go to the right, the area on the right of the bar."

Pei Yibai followed Smith's instructions and walked in. There was a lot of voices inside, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Surrounded by all kinds of men and women, young, presumptuous, full of the smell of alcohol.

There were so many people and the light was too poor, it took Pei Yibai a long time to find Smith.

"Your speed is really slow, sit down and have a drink." There are several friends beside Smith, both men and women.

The men have no feelings for Pei Yibai, but one of the women winks at Pei Yibai.

"Where are people?"

Pei Yibai knew that Smith's identity was sensitive, so he didn't specifically mention Meide's name when he spoke.

"Don't worry, sit down."

Pei Yibai narrowed his eyes and looked around, there were people everywhere, it was not easy to see Meide.

He sat down beside Smith as he said, and immediately someone poured wine for Pei Yibai.

"Why is he here?" Pei Yibai was far more interested in Meide's matter than the glass of wine in front of him.

"Well, I guess they come out to hunt for sex like me. The women here are famous for their big breasts and fat buttocks, and they are good at work. I didn't notice that more than 90% of the women who come here, Are they all men?"

What this said is true, just like Smith has five people and only one woman.

The entire bar also looks like the ratio of men to women is seriously unbalanced.

"And." Smith changed the subject, with a cigarette in his mouth, squinting at Pei Yibai.

"There are no less than five of Med's strikers. I don't know if anyone is involved here. I just asked you to come over and take a look. Don't be impulsive and fight him here."

"No." Pei Yibai picked up the cup and took a sip.

The spicy liquid slid down from the throat and poured into the stomach, bursting with heat.

His eyes were slightly red, like a falcon, staring around, with light waves flowing.

"That's good. The layout is already underway. It's not too late." Smith sighed, and filled Pei Yibai again.

Pei Yibai twitched the corners of his lips, what he wanted was Meide's death so easily?

After staying in the bar for an hour, Pei Yibai saw that it was three o'clock and wanted to go back.

At this time, Smith pointed in one direction. "Come out, over there, see?"

The dense crowd is slightly less than before, and the gap between people is much smaller.

So Pei Yibai followed the direction of Smith's finger and saw Meide himself.

He was sitting on the sofa in the corner, with his back to them, wearing a hat, and his back was unsurprising.

"The people sitting next to him are all bodyguards, pretending to be friends. After all, he has a special status, so it would be difficult not to cause a sensation. If it is high-profile, it is estimated that the outside is surrounded by the FBI."

And Pei Yibai's original plan to leave was canceled again.

Smith remembered this incident, "Aren't you going back to China tomorrow? It's getting late, do you want to go back first?"

"No problem." Pei Yibai shook his head.

Looking over there inadvertently, Med's guards were very vigilant, and seemed to notice someone looking at them, and immediately followed Pei Yibai's sight.

Pei Yibai lowered his head and pretended to drink, thus escaped a catastrophe.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Pei Yibai patted Smith on the shoulder, got up and walked towards the bathroom.

When I came back a few minutes later, the bar was in chaos, accompanied by bursts of fire.