For these shops, the father and his sons simply passed by.

Li Zhaofeng took his sons to Chinatown not just for fun, but also to expose them to more Chinese culture.

When they encountered such shops, Li Zhaofeng would take his sons to look around, like at porcelain, theatrical masks, stalls selling gourds, Copper Coin, Chinese knots, and Go.

Li Zhaofeng also bought a set of chess for the brothers, choosing chess over Go because he only knew chess and didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his sons.

The restaurants in Chinatown were diverse, and Luke even saw a Zhang Liang Spicy Hot Pot, giving him a surreal feeling as if he had traveled back in time, unsure of its authenticity.

Along the way, Luke and the others encountered several groups of tourists, people of various skin colors; the mysterious ancient Orient still holds great appeal abroad.

They walked and soon arrived near Li Zhaonian's restaurant. Li Zhaofeng planned to go inside to rest for a while and ask about Will. It would be best if he could help, and even if not, pretending not to know wouldn't be right.

"Murder!"

"Someone's dead over there!"

An Asian aunt sprinted into the street at the speed of a hundred meters race.

...

Jimanxiang Restaurant.

In the kitchen.

Li Zhaonian was wiping the stove with a cloth, something he should have tidied up before closing, but that night he had an argument with his sons, leaving the task unfinished.

Li Zhaonian seemed a bit absent-minded. As he wiped, he accidentally kicked the oil barrel with his right foot. It was a minor incident, but feeling agitated, he kicked it again, tipping the barrel over.

Luckily, the lid was on, preventing any oil from spilling.

Yao Xin walked into the kitchen and asked, "What's going on? Why are you picking on the oil barrel?"

Li Zhaonian glared at his wife without answering, tossed the cloth aside with his right hand, and walked out of the kitchen.

Yao Xin sighed, saying nothing more. After all these years, she knew that saying one more word would surely lead to a quarrel between them.

Yao Xin also left the kitchen and sat on a chair in the restaurant, turning to look at her husband, "Where do you think Will went?

He's not answering his phone, I've asked his close friends, they all said they haven't seen him.

It's the New Year, and he won't even answer a call.

Ah, he's really a worry..."

Li Zhaonian snorted, "Why bother about him? He's not a three-year-old kid, he's already in his twenties, should know better.

When I was his age, I was already working in a restaurant, doing twelve-hour shifts.

Unlike him, slacking every day, claiming fatigue after only a few hours of work.

Forget about him.

Doesn't he want to venture out?

Let him go, I want to see how capable he really is..."

"Someone's dead!"

"A murder!" The Asian aunt's voice was very penetrating, audible from far off.

Li Zhaonian paused for a moment, suddenly stood up, and rushed out.

"Where are you going? Your apron is still on." Yao Xin shouted after him, but he didn't even turn his head.

Li Zhaonian stopped the Asian aunt, "Auntie, where's the dead person? Do you know them?"

"Over by the trash bins, a man is dead there, his legs are still hanging out. I didn't dare to go look, it's really scary..."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhaonian quickly ran towards the direction of the trash bins.

Yao Xin's face changed drastically and she chased after him.

Li Zhaonian, panting heavily, arrived in an alley where a row of trash bins was placed. By now, quite a few people were already gathered by the bins.

Li Zhaonian pushed through the crowd and approached the trash bins. He indeed saw two legs sticking out from a blue trash bin, deeply inhaled, and moved closer to inspect.

A man's chest was soaked with blood, his face dirty, head tilted, only his profile visible, but his build was much bulkier than Will.

Thankfully, it wasn't him…

Li Zhaonian breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if his body might collapse.

Then, his expression became serious again, this person…

He seemed familiar.