Back in East City District, it was nearly 9 o'clock.
The strange incident that occurred deep in West Mountain was also forgotten by everyone.
Due to rushing to the shooting range for training, Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe didn't even have time for dinner.
When the car was about to reach Old Factory Street.
To thank them for their help, Fang Cheng planned to treat them to a slightly fancier little restaurant nearby.
Helplessly, his wallet was thin now, so he couldn't be too picky.
However, Ma Donghe showed no interest in going to a restaurant for dinner, and directly suggested going to North Corner Night Market for a barbecue feast.
Fang Cheng was slightly pleased upon hearing this and naturally went along with the suggestion.
The colorful neon lights flickered, and the night at North Corner was a mix of dragons and snakes, bursting with an unusual vitality not seen during the day.
A gray second-hand sedan slowly drove on the busy street.
