United States, street.
"Taco~ taco~"
The moment Xuan came ashore, he followed the scent to a taco stand. As for where he got the money?
He had asked Kinji Hakari for a little. After all, he had saved the man's life, and Hakari did not care about that much money.
"Hello, one taco, please."
The old blond man stared at Xuan's face. After a brief silence, he began working.
"Your accent is pretty strong."
Xuan's academic English was easy for an old-school American to pick up on. The old man handed him a taco and continued speaking.
But Xuan did not think much of it. The roulette wheel that often hovered above his head spun once, and then he began speaking fluently.
"Mm, delicious. I'm working on the accent."
"Oh... I couldn't hear it in that sentence. Are you here sightseeing?"
"I guess."
"Haha... then you're in luck! You're getting Old Sam's authentic tacos!"
Xuan smiled and praised the old man's cooking, then continued following the scent toward Kenjaku.
"This direction...?"
After wolfing down the taco, Xuan clapped his hands together. Accompanied by a stream of light, he instantly appeared on Pennsylvania Avenue. Kenjaku's scent was inside that white palace.
"To sum it up, I need you to mobilize immediately."
"Mr. Kenjaku, you know we cannot break the agreement. If we said we would set out on the 14th, then we must set out on the 14th."
Kenjaku, who had been pondering something, sensed an unusual source of cursed energy from outside at that moment. He quickly identified its owner and rose to his feet.
"Mr. President, please excuse me for a moment. I need to welcome a friend."
Then he turned back and quietly said something to Uraume. A twisted expression appeared on Uraume's face, but she suppressed