Seeing the lights again put Yang An's mind at ease.
After retracting the Spinal True Feather, Yang An entered an alley. He followed a path lit by neon signs until he reached the end, stopping in front of a bar.
The clamor from inside the bar caught his attention, but Yang An had no intention of going in. He was only there to wait outside for some unlucky drunk to stumble out. He needed a phone.
He needed to gather information, but he didn't trust the people here. The best way was to find a map of the area on an electronic device; he might be able to learn something from it.
Yang An's luck was good. He only had to wait a few minutes before a drunk woman in shorts and black stockings staggered out of the bar.
There were no cars on the street this late at night. The woman glanced around with drunken, hazy eyes, then turned and steadied herself against a wall as she headed in the other direction.
