Sun Hang's gaze swept across the storefronts lining the street...
Directly across from the bench was a small shop steeped in anime culture. Its logo was a bright green broccoli, and its glass display windows were filled with figurines, models, and merchandise. A half-human-height mech stood beside the entrance like a guardian statue.
To the left of the broccoli shop was a store selling secondhand camera equipment and drones; to the right was a convenience store. A young couple pushed open its door and walked out, each holding a steaming cup of oden.
"Making money... how am I supposed to do that? Robbery could lead to violent conflict with ordinary people, which would violate the trial rules... But I can't exactly become a thief, can I?"
Sun Hang searched through every pocket on his body. Apart from half a pack of tissues, the Sarira, and the mysterious Metal Nameplate engraved with his name, everything else he owned was in his suitcase... and he had not even had time to retrieve that suitcase from the plane's cargo hold before the trial began.
What a shame. There were quite a few valuable things in that suitcase. If I casually sold one or two of them on the underground black market, I'd have enough for this week's expenses... I should've stuffed a few bills into my pockets beforehand. Sun Hang could not help complaining inwardly.
Just as Sun Hang was about to call the Puppet Master and head farther away to check out the other shops, the slender girl suddenly slumped sideways against the back of the bench. Her long black hair spilled loose, trailing all the way to the ground.
"Are you okay?"
Sun Hang stepped closer and found that the girl's face was pale, her breathing rapid, and her forehead covered