The afternoon sunlight was just right, falling in dappled patches through the exquisite carved wooden windows of a private room on the third floor of the Feast Pavilion.
As one of Greenwood City's upscale restaurants, the Feast Pavilion was normally packed.
Today, however, it was rather quiet. Clearly, the turmoil surrounding the attack on the Fighting Association had dampened many people's enthusiasm for going out. This was especially true of such upscale establishments, whose patrons were mostly respectable figures in the city, more sensitive to shifts in the wind and naturally more cautious.
Lin Sheng arrived fifteen minutes early and chose a secluded seat by the window.
His aura was restrained, and he wore ordinary dark casual clothes. Unless someone paid particular attention, he looked little different from the other diners.
Still, he could clearly sense discreet gazes sweeping over him from various corners now and then, carrying a measure of scrutiny.
In fact, he had noticed someone watching him ever since he left the Iron Bone Boxing Gym.
He had no intention of exposing them, however. With tensions running high, he had long expected this. He simply went about his business, ignoring those prying eyes.
Besides, the titles of fighting tournament champion and special yuan gang prodigy already carried considerable weight in this border city. The restaurant staff had recognized him and enthusiastically brought him several complimentary desserts before the meal.
His expression calm, he poured himself a cup of tea and looked out at the somewhat desolate street, while rapidly sorting through the questions he might face shortly and the explanations he had already prepared.
He did not wait long. Soon, light footsteps and the clear laughter and chatter of young girls approached from the stairs.
"It's definitely this room! Hurry up, Xiao Han!" Tang Xue'er's excited voice