"Where's my drink? Has anyone seen my brandy?"
It was still the same bar Fei Peilie had visited last night. The place hadn't operated the whole day, and outwardly it was announced to be up for sale, though no one seemed interested in taking over.
The bar reeked of alcohol, chaos everywhere—it looked like a wild party had taken place the previous night!
Aside from the three people who were here last night, four more had joined. The bar now housed seven people. This team of ten was still three members short of completion.
"Who cares where your drink is? Maybe you finished it. And stop bringing up booze—I get a splitting headache every time you mention it. I drank too much last night!"
The burly bearded man rubbed his forehead and shouted. Staggering, he walked over to the complainer and promptly slumped over the bar, ready to fall asleep.
"What a mess this place is. Fei Peilie, are you sure this is Umbrella's temporary base?"
