Watching Harley Yous' subordinates charge up, the people from The Ninth Bureau surprisingly didn't mind, and their awkward expressions on their faces noticeably reduced.
A group of people rushed up as well.
Admittedly, they really were hungry.
Since yesterday, they basically hadn't eaten anything after arriving here.
Although Harley Yous had taken them out for some food, those things were cold and not very fresh, resulting in a few people getting diarrhea in the middle of the night.
Wouldn't these steaming breakfasts in front of them make one want to feast even more?
Zhang Beixing naturally served a bowl of spicy soup, then grabbed two buns, and handed them to Makely, who had just woken up sleepily and walked over.
"Awake? Come, have something to eat."
Makely smiled and said thank you, sitting down gracefully to sip the spicy soup.
"Thanks for your storytelling last night, I slept very well. Without you, I definitely wouldn't have slept a wink last night."
