Xianglan Street in Xicheng District, a small street about two kilometers from the Thames River.,The boss held a newspaper, his eyes glancing up from above it without saying anything. He looked menacing and unfriendly.,Watching the boss, eyes wide with terror, stare at him before clutching his neck and collapsing, writhing on the ground like a fat, juicy maggot, Jack sighed helplessly. He turned around, flipped the sign to "CLOSE", pulled down the curtain, and locked the door behind him.。