At noon on the same day, inside the Director's Office of the Abnormal Strategy Bureau, Lin Yun was dealing with a troublesome guest.
A woman in a scruffy Taoist robe was sitting in front of his desk, holding a boxed meal, gobbling up food as she shovelled it into her mouth.
"Delightful, delightful."
As she chewed the food in her mouth, her voice came out muffled, "I haven't had such a satisfying meal in days, it really feels great!"
"I hope this is the last time."
Behind the desk, Lin Yun was massaging his forehead with a headache, "The Abnormal Strategy Bureau is neither a restaurant nor a charity. Please leave immediately after you finish your meal."
"Um... Yeah! I don't want to!"
After gulping down the food in her throat, Yuan tapped on her lunchbox with her chopsticks, "I've been through the vicissitudes of life, faced the warmth and coldness of people, and lived in desperate poverty. I couldn't even afford a proper meal."
"Desperate poverty..."
