An antique grocery store suddenly appeared on the streets of Tokyo's Shinjuku District, with passersby occasionally glancing at it. It's quite rare to find such an inconspicuous little shop in a place where every inch of land is worth a fortune.
However, the people of this nation have been living under oppressive rules for too long and have never developed any extra curiosity, nor do they wish to involve themselves in others' affairs. As long as it doesn't trouble them, even if war breaks out, they probably won't have any additional thoughts, at most they might care about wages and prices.
Occasionally, some passersby go in to buy something and come out, completely oblivious to anything unusual.
Huai Yin sat reclining behind the counter, calmly watching the television.
