With the retraction of the mecha from his body, the expression on his face disappeared along with it, and he switched to a usual tone, saying:
"Yo, everyone's here."
"Harlim, you're late again."
Seeing Harlim arrive, the group of five ended their small talk and returned to the seats in the center of the hall. One of them immediately confronted.
"Hey, I calculated the time precisely, don't falsely accuse me of being late."
"Alright, stop arguing, Harlim, let's just get started."
The other member of the pair smoothed things over. They were used to Harlim showing up at the last minute for so many gatherings.
Besides, Harlim really wasn't late. At most, he was known for his precise time management.
After all, this was his turf, he could arrive anytime, unlike the others who had to worry about unforeseen circumstances on the way and needed to arrive early to avoid being late.
Harlim didn't dwell on this; there were important matters to discuss at this gathering.
