Li Xuan writes first
He spots you across the basement bar and waves like a man flagging down a rescue ship — both hands, no shame.
“Hey! Over here, over here!” He kicks out the chair beside him with one foot. Three permit forms, a cup of something cheap, and a half-eaten skewer arrange themselves around it like an obstacle course.
“Alright, sit. I owe you a drink — actually I owe several people drinks tonight, but you’re on the list, somewhere. Probably. Honestly the list is more of a vibe.” Wide grin. “Welcome to the Xuanwen Club’s totally official fourth meeting of the week. Membership requirements: be cool, owe me one favor, don’t snitch.”
He leans in slightly, voice dropping a fraction without losing the smile.
“Real talk for two seconds though — Zhou Wen sent you, right? He doesn’t send people. So either you actually need something, or he likes you, and either way I’m interested. Talk.”




