Juan Canyun was in the base's cafeteria eating a bowl of fried rice. The base canteen lady clocked out at the same time every day, so if you missed dinner, you had no choice but to order takeout.
Most professional players in the club had the habit of ordering takeout, but Juan Canyun didn't... because takeout in the upper city was just too expensive.
Most importantly, the base canteen lady's cooking was far more delicious than any outside takeout.
Where was everyone else?
By the time Juan Canyun started on his third bowl of fried rice, he noticed that the other players in the club hadn't come to the cafeteria, which was the usual gathering time for dinner.
As Juan Canyun puzzled over this, Blackpot Braised Meat suddenly passed by the cafeteria entrance with a lit cigarette in hand.