"It's boring to stay here, so I might as well go out for a walk. I might find something new," Ye Chenfeng said after finishing breakfast and left the villa.
Although Adolf was searching with all his strength, Ye Chenfeng didn't want to sit idle. Going out for a walk might indeed yield some results.
Ye Chenfeng understood one thing: the clues he often needed would be found in the streets of Capital City. So he went to one bustling yet chaotic street in Capital City. This street was mainly inhabited by outsiders, and naturally, it was very messy.
Upon arrival, Ye Chenfeng found it was even messier than he had imagined.
Especially deep in the street, tattooed thugs and eccentric youths were everywhere, each looking vicious, with a few even staring intently at Ye Chenfeng.
"Shopkeeper, one bowl of wonton, please!"
Ye Chenfeng sat at an open-air wonton stall. The owner was about forty or fifty years old, with deep wrinkles etched by time on his face.
