Japan time 07:30 AM, Harbor District, Shiba Park, Tokyo.
If the Tokyo City at night is like a glamorous seductress, posing under the spotlight of neon lights, then Tokyo in the early morning is like a pure and bright girl washing clothes by the stream.
Beautiful as it is, comparatively it lacks the magic power that makes people want to stop and watch.
Ji Minghuan halted in front of the traffic lights, with the red indicator shimmering hazily through the rain curtain.
He raised his arm to shield his head from the drizzle and glanced at the message on his phone.
[Anonymous User: Waiting in the third booth of the underground bar at 5th Street, Harbor District, Tokyo City.]
Once again amazed by the system's sense of humor, Ji Minghuan sighed, closing his phone muttering, "Please... when will my character memory be complete? Or do I look like someone who understands Japanese?"
The next moment, a notification panel popped up before his eyes.
