[center][h2]Mao[/h2][/center]
As usual, Mao went out to do his morning training, as well as the day's groceries, before the sun even went up. Even though he wasn't on the business anymore, the former hitman had a strict policy of keeping himself fit and ready for whatever harm might come at him and his current charge. After around two hours of jogging, workout, and martial arts practice, Mao finished his daily routine with a run to a small market that was part of the relatively closed community where Chenlu and he had settled, purchased some ingredients and went back home just to find that Chenlu wasn't there.

Obviously, the only other place where she could be was the nearest Soulflame headquarters. As soon as he was done with preparing their breakfast, Mao took his way there.

The smell of freshly-cooked Chinese food preceded his arrival at the old bookstore. Anyone else would be able to feel it as Mao navigated his way through the cramped space until he reached the table that he knew that was Chenlu's favorite and placed the boxed meal over it. "Here's your breakfast. Did anything out of ordinary happen today?" He asked, before swiping one of the books and examining it slowly as he waited for a reply.
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