Anke lowered his head and glanced at the address below.
55 South Sixteenth Street
No problem.
He looked again at the towering wall surrounding the building ahead, the slowly rotating automatic cannons, and the tall watchtowers with guards on duty.
He paused, "Old man, did you remember the address wrong?"
"No mistake," He Ao said directly, "But the exact location shouldn't be in this building. Walk around these buildings to the back."
Anke glanced at the wall again, then continued forward along it.
Soon, he circled to the back of the wall.
And here, beside the wall, appeared in his view a somewhat classical building connected to the wall, adorned with many solid wood decorations.
The sign on the building presented in a pink hue:
[Ancient Music Club]
"This seems like," Anke looked at the pink sign and the people coming and going from the building, "a strip club?"
He turned his gaze, glancing at the wall next to him.
