Yang Ming wore a sharp black suit, his wristwatch replaced with a standard model, his crew cut with a slight sheen, yet his entire being lacked any greasy feeling, exuding more of youthful vitality.
They were guided to the entrance of a metal building in a corner of the Space Port.
Da Wa and her companions waited outside the door, while Yang Ming went alone to attend the investigation team's meeting.
A familiar figure appeared outside the meeting room, leaning against the window smoking, his tall and sturdy figure and casually flowing medium-length hair exuding a kind of Imperial man's dashing nonchalance.
"Griss?"
"Whoa!"
Griss quickly turned off the e-cigarette, opened his large hands to Yang Ming, laughing heartily as he approached and gave Yang Ming a bear hug.
"Didn't expect it, did you? I applied to be the security team leader of your investigation group! Hahaha! Is Princess Daphne not here?"
"She still has a performance."
