That day, the Hadean Varsa chefs encountered their first war against the grumbling stomachs of the elites, which they thought they would lose halfway through.
Luckily, they were able to pull through and stabilize the situation towards the end.
Meanwhile, a few elites—who were also close friends—grouped up, fully filled-up plates resting in their hands.
They began speaking in whispers, occasionally glancing at those involved in the gossip.
"Hey, did you see the looks the Feng and Tigren Units were giving the Black Dawn and Kirov elites?" asked a slim female elite from the Hurkan Unit to her comrade.
"Yeah, hahaha." laughed a bald muscular man from the same unit. "I think there will be a show other than the so-called 'special event' later, no?"
"Hahahaha, that's what I think too." responded the female elite before asking: "Which unit do you think will come out on top if sh*t goes down?"
