Time rewound ten minutes.
"Robbie has been investigating a blind organization lately. It seems to be involved in manufacturing and trafficking drugs."
As Skye browsed online shopping pages, bookmarking anything she liked, she said absentmindedly, "That blind organization is in Hell's Kitchen up north. They're all Eastern faces—your compatriots."
Blind people, drugs, Hell's Kitchen, Easterners... Old Wang more or less knew who they were. He nodded. "Open the door. Keep the shop open."
Skye hurried over to open the door.
It was already evening, and since Old Wang had just closed up, there weren't many people around.
Old Wang rubbed his stomach. It was so hungry it was no longer as round. How could this do? It was an insult to his Pandaren identity from his past life. How could the mighty Great Dragon Hero go hungry? Had the Qing dynasty fallen, or had the empire run out of food?
"Go to Old Li's two streets over and buy two servings of bamboo shoot braised pork over rice. Then go to the bun shop at the east end of the street and get ten big buns with dried bamboo shoot filling."
Old Wang glanced at Skye's still-open computer. More than a dozen pages were open, and one of the searches was actually for cosmetics. A whole set for ninety-nine, shipping not included...
This girl had actually learned how to dress up?
Before, she was doing well if she even washed her face. Now her standards had improved this much.
Sure enough, money was a demon. It led people astray.
"You really can eat," Skye muttered. She shut the computer, dug a few bills out of the drawer, and headed out.
Old Wang casually grabbed a bottle of Bamboo Leaf Green, moved his recliner to the doorway, and settled into a