Where are you?

Chongzi walked towards the south side of the shopping street, searching for the sushi restaurant the landlady mentioned.

Thanks to the sudden kind help and the clue obtained, Chongzi, who was originally at a loss as if searching for a needle in a haystack, now had a target and a much improved mood.

Even his walking posture began to resemble that of a girl shopping, light and joyful.

In order to improve efficiency, Chongzi originally wanted to directly ask someone for directions to the "Ziyi" store.

But upon second thought, asking like that might cause a stir, because the entire shopping street was under Kuroda's surveillance.

Suspicious individuals might report this matter, prompting Kuroda and them to prepare in advance.

That would only backfire on himself.

-"I should find it myself, it shouldn't be too hard."

Having made a decision, Chongzi continued on his way with light steps.

Like a young girl.

In fact, Chongzi's extraordinary appearance had already attracted the attention of passersby and shopkeepers.

Chongzi's original intention was to disguise himself and blend into the shopping street to find Kuroda without drawing attention.

Little did he expect that the cross-dressing act he performed as a Night Demon Nurse had caught the eyes of many.

But... Chongzi didn't have a correct perception of his own appearance.

In fact, upon realizing that he was being watched, he spiraled into worry.

-"It must be that my disguise as a girl is too fake, that's why everyone is staring at me thinking I'm a crossdresser..."

-"Oh no, my life is over..."

Unaware of his own attractive appearance in women's clothing, Chongzi immersed himself in self-doubt and self-loathing.

However, to others, this translated into a celestial-like girl frowning slightly, troubled by some distress, which made her even more endearing.

Everyone suppressed their restless emotions, almost unable to resist approaching her to inquire about her worries and offer help.

This, in turn, drew even more attention to her.

Yet, Chongzi felt like everyone was staring at her, secretly mocking this aberrant cross-dressing.

In this oblivious and self-doubting journey, Chongzi finally arrived at the south section of the shopping street.

It was 4 p.m., still plenty of time before dinner.

Initially, Chongzi didn't find the Japanese restaurant he was looking for, but luckily the south section of the shopping street was not large. After careful search, Chongzi finally found the Japanese restaurant "Ziyi".

It was a very low-key Japanese restaurant tucked away in a corner of the shopping street. The restaurant itself was a narrow three-story building, devoid of any fancy decorations, so plain that it wouldn't attract anyone's attention at first glance.

The storefront on the ground floor was also simple, just hanging a small white wooden sign that read "Ziyi".

If it weren't for recommendations or someone leading the way, a shop like this probably wouldn't have had a single customer all day.

For some reason, Japanese restaurants have a common practice: the higher-end the restaurant, the smaller and more inconspicuous the storefront, almost as if they want to hide away.

Japanese restaurants of this kind often do not have many seats available and mostly operate on a reservation basis. In contrast to this understated approach is the price per person, which can easily cost an average worker half a month's or even a month's salary for a single dinner.

Chongzi stopped in front of the restaurant, staring at the "Preparing" sign hanging outside, pondering on how to ambush Kuroda.

A storm was brewing.