C181 Looking for Qinlong

Early in the morning, when the east side had revealed a trace of white, a skinny and cold young man was standing at the Bermuda's water dock. He looked towards the deeper parts of Bermuda for a long time before turning around and heading towards Alaska.

A few hours later, he appeared at the FUCK bar.

The moment he entered the bar, the strong smell of alcohol assaulted his nostrils