Breakfast: meat buns with beef soup, potstickers dipped in vinegar, pancakes smeared with chili sauce—a carb-loaded feast, immensely satisfying.
The detectives, who are usually capable of wolfing down three bowls of rice a meal, were all rushing towards double-digit portions of buns and potstickers, turning their private dining room into the scene of a bustling small restaurant.
Jiang Yuan was also enjoying himself thoroughly. Eating piles of carbs after pulling an all-nighter is unbelievably unhealthy. But it's unbelievably gratifying.
Step outside, get in the car, head back to the hotel—a bunch of people collapsing into sleep, completely ignoring the world.
Even though Jiang Yuan had Level 2 endurance for staying up, he was still exhausted. If it hadn't been for the fact they were out of town and their targets happened to be corporate bosses, he wouldn't have had to push himself this hard.
The arrests made, everything naturally became easier.
