"OK. A 76-degree Tsunami Cocktail, and a glass of ice water." The bartender quickly mixed the drinks and placed them in front of Zorro.
Zorro glanced at Allen Zhang's ice water, then at the blue-flamed Vodka in front of him, and said meaningfully, "Boss, are you trying to kill me? I'm still a wounded man, you know."
"You are wounded, and yet so fierce without alcohol, I gotta see what happens when you drink," Allen Zhang said with a half-smile, "Consider it a welcome drink from me. You're not scared to death to drink it, are you?"
"Let's drink then."
Zorro downed it in one gulp, his face turning visibly red at a rapid pace.
"Come with me." After finishing the drink, Allen Zhang led him through the crowd and up to the second floor.
Walking through the corridor, aimlessly exploring, they found room 222 at a corner where several suspicious-looking guys were busy picking the lock.
