Outside Yang Ming's deputy director suite, four maids stood quietly for a moment. Two remained on duty while the other two went to find their resting room.
Inside, Yang Ming swaggered back to the bed and slipped under the snow-textured simulated covers.
"How was Her Highness's inspection?"
Daphne, in high heels, walked to the corner of the bed and sat down at the footboard.
She said softly, "I can say, here lacks any sense of discipline, very different from what I imagined the intelligence base to be. The flaws of the Military Intelligence Bureau system can't be eradicated in less than ten years."
"Ten years?"
Yang Ming's head popped out from under the covers, and he chuckled:
"You're overestimating the Empire's efficiency in this regard. Because of the Emperor Guard System, the Military Intelligence Bureau is practically redundant."
