Li Yao first found a hidden bush and put away most of the tools, food, detectaphones, trackers, and so on that he had prepared. He only kept the basic number for one battle.
Then, he went to the grocery store next to the neighborhood and bought a cold soda. With a straw in his mouth, he shook it three times with each step, pretending to be a spectator.
His eyes, as sharp as the edge of a blade, swept over the faces of every man, woman, and child in the neighborhood, even including the seemingly white-haired, hunched old men.
