Chen Ke briskly walked across the street towards his second destination of the trip, the suit store on the opposite side.
Indeed, he wanted to get himself a suit.
Now that he didn't need to carry all his belongings on him and didn't have to consider bringing along a sawed-off shotgun, there was no reason for Chen Ke to be running around in a trench coat. A simple suit was more to his liking.
Coincidentally, on the street corner, there was a small suit specialty store named "Zio," a brand Chen Ke had never heard of.
Pushing open the glass door, he was greeted with the scent of linen. Mannequins dressed in the store's signature suits stood solitary in the window and on display tables, and there were no sales assistants in sight—just a short, middle-aged man engrossed in his laptop.
The shop was deserted but clean. Upon Chen Ke's entry, the middle-aged man, who appeared to be the owner, casually remarked, "Feel free to look around," without ever taking his eyes off his computer.
