"Alright, relax."
Yang Ming raised his hand towards the bar not far away, and a bottle of wine and a wine glass floated over.
"Join me for a few drinks; let's study which Great Nobles we'll deal with."
The fervor in Maki's eyes was unmistakable.
He rubbed his hands together, actively taking the bottle and glass, pouring wine for Yang Ming, and then stood behind Yang Ming, looking down at the confidential information.
Maki felt he had reached a turning point in his life.
He was convinced it was absolutely the case.
...
The Military Intelligence Bureau does have quite a few talents.
In the evening on this planet, Yang Ming was strolling in the square above the base, while eight 'female robots' in military uniforms were on alert nearby.
