At the bar, Nan Zhou secretly told Huo Xingye that once the livestream ended, they should go out for a late-night snack in the alley outside the Apartment Building.
He had already checked last time. The residents around the apartment went to bed early in this weather, and there was hardly anyone in the alleys at night. No one would probably notice them going to a nearby late-night food stall together.
Nan Zhou muted his microphone and, amid the viewers' cursing and all sorts of suggestive comments in the livestream chat, happily went out hand in hand with Huo Xingye.
They turned a few corners in the quiet alleys and arrived at a braised offal stall with few customers at this late hour, where a temporary little shelter had been set up against the wall to block the wind.
The owner was an elderly man who recognized neither Huo Xingye nor Nan Zhou. When they approached his stall, he simply asked what they wanted to eat.
Huo Xingye ordered a few things, then noticed Nan Zhou's silence.
He glanced beside him and found Nan Zhou staring at someone in the corner of the shelter.
Perhaps because Nan Zhou's stare was so direct and utterly undisguised, the person he was watching sensed something and abruptly looked up.
The instant their eyes met.
Huo Xingye: "..."
Wen Yu: "..."
Nan Zhou turned and said to Huo Xingye with a beaming smile, "I knew One-Punch Wen was a straightforward guy."
Before Huo Xingye's eyes, the ash on the cigarette in Wen Yu's left hand fell onto the table with a soft patter, brushing his skin on the way down.
"What else do you want to eat?" Huo Xingye asked Nan Zhou, withdrawing his attention without a change in expression.
"You've ordered everything I