Chapter 42: Bars

On the flyover in California, there were neon lights and cars as far as eyes could see.

James was driving the car and he had already gone around the city twice, but he still hadn't figured out what his boss wanted.

"Mr. Hans, do you want to go somewhere?"

Hans, who was sitting in the back seat, looked calm and asked emotionlessly, "What time is it?"

James stopped before he said, "Nine seventeen."

Hans looked out of the window. He seemed to be in a trance, with a trace of tiredness that could not be concealed.

Usually, when Hans looked like this, he liked to go somewhere lively.

James suggested daringly.

"A few new bars opened up at Newport. If you are interested, I can take you there to have a look."

Hans did not speak. It seemed that he silently agreed.