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It seems like the man didn't acknowledge his presence even after he cleared his throat. "Excuse me," Neal squeaked. No response. He started to fidget. Why is the man not answering? To his relief the man suddenly turned to grab a bowl, and his eyes landed on the fidgeting guy. At the first glance Neal knew he is japanese. He wore a plain green apron. The man stared for a moment before his face lit up with a smile. "Hi." The man said cheerfully. Neal let out a sigh, at least the man looks harmless. But still, he needs to be cautious. He awkwardly smiled at the man, "Um...Hi, do you have alcohol?"

Meanwhile, Kaivan chose the long-barreled H&K MP5, produced in Germany. They spent over two hours having fun. Kaivan and Edward seemed to be the most enthusiastic about competing against each other. "I give up..." Edward shouted, raising both hands. Kaivan turned to him and smiled contentedly. While Edward approached Kenzi and Richard, who were already sitting in the waiting area, Kaivan decided to rinse off the sweat from his body. "You two are crazy!" Kenzi shook his head, watching Edward and Kaivan having so much fun they lost track of time.

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another added with a sneer, "she's finally realized what she really is—garbage sorting through garbage. Like attracts like, after all." Their laughter grew louder, but I kept my focus on the pile in front of me. There. I spotted exactly what I'd been looking for—a length of lightweight titanium alloy that would be perfect for a crossbow frame. "You know what I love about this?" Hughs continued, clearly enjoying himself. "The symbolism. Here she is, literally digging through trash, which is exactly where she belongs in the food chain." "It's poetic justice," one of the bikers agreed. "Finally, someone who knows their place in the world."

Her longing for Jack and her concern for Jennifer were temporarily forgotten. "It's called Hot Bar. It's made from fish paste, flour, eggs, and vegetables. The fillings vary. You can choose according to your taste," Suzy explained. Elena nodded. "I'll have the sausage and cheese filling." The girl nodded, then placed the order with the seller in Korean. "Oh, buy some for the bodyguards too. For Enver, get him the seafood filling. That guy loves seafood," she said, holding Suzy's arm. "Oh, you even remember your bodyguard's preferences?" Suzy was speechless.

I ask him "Tteokbokki, it’s a South Korean dish." "Tteokbokki," I say "It’s an interesting name, I have never heard of it before." "It’s pronounced Tteokbokki." He corrected pointing out my mistake "It’s a new dish made by our newest South Korean chef. It’s a spicy stir-fry dish that contains sweet red chili sauce, fish cake sau……" "You can stop there." I cut him off "I will like to have a plate."

, The stall owner asks from inside. " Ham..I want it..Aru..I want Tteokbokki.", Dae says munching on his kimbap whilst tugging on the older's shirt sleeves. Aroon motions the man to bring the said dish and the man serves the dish into a plate and brings it to the boys. Dae hurriedly takes it from the plate and taste it. " wow ! It's delicious.", he says smiling and the man smiles proudly as he could understand the boy just complimented him.

He smiled. “You mean Stew, right?” Saburo asked. “Oh it’s called Stew here?” Saburo nodded. Jai faked being surprised. “Well I guess, the young me was wrong.” All of them sighed and calmed down. “I thought that was an expression for a type of violence, Jai-kun…” Kotori said, putting Shoru on the floor. The little wolf instantly jogged towards him. Jai chuckeld. He didn’t know that none of them know about Hot Pot. He took Shoru and put her on his head. “My bad.” He walked to one of the benches and sat as he read the Akamine’s letters again.

My skin burned where it touched, but I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out. “You’re disgusting,” I spat, glaring up at him with all the hatred I could muster. “You think so?” he sneered, lowering the whip. “Then why are you shaking?” His hand trailed lower, brushing against my thighs. I tried to kick him, but he was too fast, grabbing my legs and pinning me down. His hand slid up my skirt, and I felt the cool air on my exposed skin. My body betrayed me in the worst way—I could feel a flicker of heat building where his touch lingered.