Shen Lu complained bitterly to herself.
If she'd known that the deodorizers used in the Upper City District were different from those in the Lower City District, she would have had even more to complain about.
After selling the last serving of mala tang, a system notification announcing the task's completion echoed in her mind.
[DING! Mint Water: 40/40. Egg Waffles: 30/30. Mala Tang: 30/30. Fried Rice: 5/5. Fried Noodles: 5/5. Task complete. Reward: One Lottery Ticket.]
At that moment, a familiar male voice spoke up.
"Looks like I'm too late."
Shen Lu looked up. The man before her was covered from head to toe in a dark combat suit, with only his eyes visible. A powerful heat radiated from him, making his agitated state easy to sense.
"Mr. Xue?"
"It's me." Xue Can didn't pull down his tactical mask. The Lower City District always stank after heavy rain, and his Spiritual Sea was already in turmoil. The stench would only worsen the pressure in his head.
