Sinister
Although Leo was excited to immediately head out, he still waited till the room service he ordered arrived.
Though he might not necessarily lose to one, Leo was no longer a Martial Artist in this world. He still needed the usual level of sustenance.
"It's worse than prison food that's for sure."
Unfortunately, compared to the great meals he received in the Asterisk, the steak he ordered almost tasted bland.
Of course, the hotel wasn't threatened to bring him good food, but those responsible for his capture were, so it all made complete sense.
'I will have to figure out the food problem after I'm done with this.'
Having moderately filled his stomach nonetheless, Leo directly left the room and checked out before marching towards his target.
Now that his mother was no longer there to cook him daily meals, he had to consider personally cooking or going to a proper restaurant.
'There is no such thing as a perfect start.'