The team returned to their hotel after their hard-fought victory against Black Lightning. They've won two to zero. As they stepped into the lobby, the air buzzed with excitement and relief.
"Should we order?" Dylan asked, not knowing where they would eat. Chao nodded and hoped for something tasty.
"Type?" Dylan asked, and there were many suggestions from the team. Some wanted Chinese, some wanted Italian, and some wanted Western steak. And they had to count the major votes to order. The Chinese won. Of course, it won.
The team's footsteps echoed softly in the hotel corridor as they made their way to their own rooms, the adrenaline from their victory still coursing through their veins.
"I can't believe we pulled it off," Wuchen exclaimed, his voice tinged with excitement.