Qin Ye walked in.

It wasn’t well decorated. In fact, the entire coffee shop was in heavy disrepair. Old school movie posters were plastered all over its yellowish walls, while the old wooden boards of the floor reeked of the peculiar dingy stench of old coffee stains. The dusty overhead lights were dim and yellow.

His footsteps caused the floorboards to creak loudly. When Qin Ye opened the door, the first thing he saw was a young man with blond hair yelling loudly into his phone, “I’m the oracle. Lynch number 2. Don’t ask me why I checked on him. It’s my prerogative who I want to check on. Number 8 is just pretending… Oh… hello.”

The man probably never expected someone to even enter the shop. He immediately switched off his mic, “What do you want?”

I’ll rate your service standards a tragic one out of five!

Qin Ye didn’t respond. Instead, he simply rubbed his hands as he glanced around, before asking, “Is this coffee shop open twenty-four hours?”

“That’s right. Someone takes over the night shift at six.” Seeing that Qin Ye didn’t appear to have any intention to order a drink, the attendant glanced at his cell phone from time to time. Qin Ye was rather displeased. There’s such a...