In the Special Unit, a simple word "spirit"--was all it took for an emergency summoning,

Within moments, replies came streaming in.@@novelbin@@

"Boss, you're finally here! Do you know how sick I am of these restaurants? Sure, their food is delicious, but three of the same meals a day, every day? I'm used to spicy food! I'm gonna puke!"

Wynter had always said that they needed to adapt to the local environment, cultural customs, and dining habits no matter where they went. The closer they aligned themselves, the better they could blend in and remain unnoticed. Another member chimed in, "At least you have food to eat. Stop whining."

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