"Li, is this beauty trend from tens of thousands of years ago?"
Boss Yang looked at his reflection in the projection mirror, at a loss for words.
After his insistence, the handlebar mustache was gone, but the outfit with tight leather pants and a small vest made him too self-conscious to step outside the room.
If he added a headband and a messy hairdo, he'd be the rising star of the space punk world.
"What, you're questioning my control over the target's information?"
"Yes," Yang Ming turned to look at the girl in the mirror, "Li, big sis, I think you should listen to me this time. We don't need to go for a middle-aged uncle's look. Even if I don't use Hanton's appearance and stick to my own, wouldn't I be considered a handsome young man?"
"Out of a hundred points."
"That's not fun," Boss Yang frowned at his reflection, "I protest, I want to return to Yang Ming's appearance!"
