This kind of shop was a rare quiet spot in the black market, offering cheap hot tea and simple fare for people to rest their feet and discuss matters.
They chose an inconspicuous spot in the back and ordered two cups of the cheapest tea.
Their plain clothes and deliberately suppressed auras had some effect. While they still caught the eye of a few groups of patrollers outside, most of the gazes were cursory. It seemed they were just performing a routine sweep and didn't give them much attention.
As he took a sip of tea, Cole lowered his voice, which came out muffled through his mask. "Cece, you rest here for a bit. Don't wander off. I'm going to take a look around and scout the situation. If something feels off, we leave immediately. We'll find another way to deal with the Crystal Core."
Josie Quinn nodded. She knew Cole was right to be cautious.
If a major faction had really laid a trap here, acting rashly would be tantamount to walking right into it.
