Lou Cheng didn't head straight for San Jose Street after leaving the Ginwale Bar. For Lin Que's sake, he had been traveling nonstop without food or water, and his throat was parched and his stomach rumbled. Though it wasn't enough to compromise his fighting abilities, it's safe to say that he wasn't in peak form. He had to prepare himself thoroughly, for his next target was mysterious and he didn't know what dangers might lie ahead.
Gazing at the dusk sky, he created a piece of ice crystal and stuffed it in his mouth. Melting it with the heat from his tongue, he turned it into a refreshing treat.
"According to the map from the military, there should be a food market nearby. It should be open from six to eight…" mused Lou Cheng, his eyes scanning. He spotted no restaurants. In fact, along the entire street, there weren't more than five shops still open.
