Pei Yan leaned against the booth near the street, gazing out at the endless stream of cars. Despite being near the end of October, the southern weather was not much cooler. He sipped his cold drink while gently massaging his slightly warm chest.
The chest bore the new disguise mark from the Investigation Hall. Looking down at his left arm, which appeared to be flesh, only Pei Yan knew that beneath the surface lay a cold mechanical arm. Thanks to the disguise mark, he could finally wear short sleeves outside.
While he idly tapped his fingers on the table, a group of people pushed open the cold drink shop door and quickly found Pei Yan's spot, heading straight toward him.
After the newcomers ordered what they needed, Pei Yan turned his head and asked, "How did the investigation go?"
