บท 475: Martial Arts Tournament.

City of Fall, inside a random Cafe.

Isaac flipped through the pages of the newspaper while sipping a cup of coffee. The cafe he was in was within walking distance away from his new headquarters.

There were several tables occupied, while the other half of the cafe was empty. The streets were busy, while the nearby building was quite loud and crowded.

Isaac curiously looked towards the building on the other side of the street. They held a Martial Arts Tournament, and it attracted many eye pairs.

''More coffee, sir?'' A handsome waiter stopped next to Isaac and asked politely.

''No, thanks.'' Isaac lowered the cup, paid for the coffee, and left the cafe with the newspaper in his left hand.

He continued looking at the bustling building while the pedestrians walked past him.

Isaac rubbed his chin and pondered something for a few minutes. Then, he nodded, stored the newspaper in his inventory, and crossed the road.