Tang En, who had just walked out of the bar, did not know where else to go. He did not want to go back to that dark and cold "home" of his. He decided to walk around aimlessly, and aid his digestion while he was at it.
The wind, which blew from the direction of the Sherwood Forest, blew through Tang En's hair and clothes, carrying away the entire day's worth of heat.
He stood at the entrance of a bar which he had been to before. Looking at the brightly lit streets, and hearing the sounds of good times and laughter coming from within the bar, Tang En curled his lips. He had actually walked back to Robin Hood Bar unknowingly.
He turned around and looked at the red color signal of the pedestrian crossing across the street, while waiting to cross the road.
At that moment, his phone rang. It was a call from Yang Yan.
"Mr. Twain, are you not at home?"
Tang En looked around him and said, "No, I'm not. Is anything the matter?"
