In Sector H's Sector A, there was a planet more than five times larger than Planet Zafia — Planet Ouroc.
In Sector H's Sector language, Ouroc meant 'eternal'. Fifty percent of the planet's surface was made up of ocean, its habitability was at Rank A, and its terrestrial environment was extremely good. Planet Ouroc was also the capital of Sector H, and it controlled the politics, business, education, media and so on of Sector H. The great families all had branches there. It was obvious how important the planet was in Sector H.
In a certain thousand-meter-tall tower in one of the cities on Planet Ouroc.
The height of this tower really wasn't much on this planet. There were a lot of buildings taller than this tower in the city cluster, but no one on this planet would ignore this tower. In fact, this not-so-great tower definitely ranked in the top three in terms of influence on the entire Planet Ouroc.
The tower took up a lot of space, and it looked very grand. From time to time, flying cars, transport planes and so on would stop and go here. It was a busy sight.
Right now, inside a certain upper floor of this tower.
A little old man, who was less than a hundred and sixty centimeters tall, with a head full of gray hair that was combed into a thin braid at the back of his head, walked forward calmly, step by step, with his hands clasped behind his back.
There was a door in front of him and there were a few guards by the door. They were fooling around there. When they saw the little old man, the few of them immediately retracted their smiles and stood at attention. Their previously smiling faces tightened into a look of paralysis. The aura around them also quickly changed from the casual attitude they had earlier to one of solemnity.
"Is the young master inside?" The little old man asked.
The little old man's tone was calm, and one could even feel the friendliness and casualness in it. However, the guards at the door did not look relaxed at all. They still stood as straight as before, and faintly exuded an intimidating aura.
"Yes, the young master is taking an afternoon nap!" One of them answered in a sonorous and forceful voice.
The little old man looked at the color of the sky outside. It's almost evening now, isn't it? An afternoon nap?
However, the little old man did not dwell on this issue. He looked at the few people whose muscles were stretched taut, and his eyes swept over them from top to bottom like a scanner, as if he could see inside.
"Hmm, the shape of your facial muscles is very well tightened. Make your eyes sharper and adjust your posture slightly. You can't be stiff … Good, very good. In the future, when someone comes over, you should maintain this posture. Be full of vigor and pull up some superficial points. If you continue to follow Young Master like that, all your superficial points will be deducted. Also, take out the things in your pockets. The suit isn't for you to keep snacks in. "
One had to know that one's salary was directly proportional to their points. The more points they deducted, the less their salary would be. When they heard this, their gazes became even sharper.
After all, it was this little old man who was paying the salary.
The little old man nodded in satisfaction. After entering the password and verification information, he pushed the door open and walked in.
After the little old man went in, the few people outside the door resumed their previous playful state. However, they still listened to the little old man's words and took out the snacks in their pockets and placed them in a cabinet not far away.
It was a spacious office. Upon entering, one could see a large office desk, bookshelves, a filing desk, and a floor-to-ceiling aquarium next to it. Inside, there were all kinds of strange-looking fish swimming around, adding quite a bit of liveliness to the office.
The little old man did not even look at the situation inside the office and walked straight to a small door at the side of the office. There was a resting room there.
Unlike the resting rooms in other offices, this resting room was very large, even larger than the offices outside. There were wine cabinets, a bar counter, video cameras, game consoles, storage cabinets, and more. There was even a large bed. It was obvious that the owner of this place was someone who knew how to enjoy life.
However, the most eye-catching thing in this resting room was definitely the sofa.
It was a shell-shaped sofa, a sofa that had been hollowed out and then processed. The value of this sofa alone was comparable to that of a spaceship.
If a beautiful woman was lying inside this shell-shaped sofa, it would naturally be more aesthetically pleasing. However, the truth was that it was a man lying on it, and this man was wearing a singlet. His hair was messy like a chicken's nest, and he was wearing large underpants. There was even a slipper with a suspicious substance stuck to his foot. He was napping on the high-end shell-shaped sofa without any sleeping posture to speak of. His saliva flowed along the soft cushion of the sofa all the way to the floor, forming a large puddle.
The little old man was already used to the situation in front of him. He was even satisfied that this person was not snoring today. However, when his gaze fell on the slipper hanging from this person's foot, his eyebrows could not help but twitch. He remembered that he had just thrown this pair of slippers into the sea hundreds of kilometers away yesterday.
Shaking his head with a bitter smile, the little old man walked over. He did not call out, but instead pressed a button on the shell cover of the shell-shaped sofa.
Pa!
The two petal-like shells of the shell-shaped sofa that were originally open suddenly closed, but due to the irregular sleeping posture of the person on the sofa, the legs and one arm that were resting on the edge of the sofa were clamped.
If it was a normal person, they would have been clamped into several pieces. However, the person on the sofa was still perfectly fine and did not react at all.
Pressing again, the shell opened and closed again.
Still no reaction.
Pressing again.
Pressing again.
…
It was not until the tenth time that the person on the sofa finally moved. Only then did the little old man retract his finger from the button.
The person on the sofa slowly sat up, blinked in confusion, scratched his hair that was like a chicken's nest, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and wiped it on his singlet. His gaze turned to the little old man, and when he saw who it was, he curled his lips and raised his foot to kick a button next to the sofa.
Other people used their hands to press the button, but this young master habitually kicked it with his foot. Because his legs were longer than his arms, it saved him a lot of trouble. He did not need to move his butt within a short distance, so he was too lazy to even move a single step.
Warm soup, freshly roasted meat products, and mineral nutrient solution that had already been poured into a cup were placed neatly on a plate by the robot and brought to the dining table that had popped up in front of the sofa.
Looking at the person who raised his hand lazily to pick up the cutlery to eat, the little old man did not make a sound, because he knew that this young master would want to eat once he woke up. If they were to talk before he finished eating, he would toss out one word after another, not bothering to remember anything that was said.
After he finished eating, this young master raised his eyelids to look at the person who had come. "What is it now?"
"The people from Planet Zafia sent news that Wiesen's men failed."
"There's no need to say anything about it." The person on the sofa put down the cup and looked at the little old man. "I say, Mr. Berzett, can I call you Bear Grylls? You woke me up from my sweet dreams just because of this? "
"I don't deserve to be called 'Bear Grylls'. The old man will throw me into the deep sea to feed the giant beasts." Berzett laughed, but then he withdrew his smile. "Pascado has been discovered, and the others are also inclined to be exposed. At the very least, Feniers' men already know that a fourth force has intervened. Of course, they don't know that it's our side. "
"Oh?" The person on the sofa spun his wine cup. "This is unexpected. To think that Pascado would be exposed with his abilities."
The name Pascado meant 'swimming fish' in the Sector language of Sector H. When Pascado was hidden in a shoal of fish, even a scanner would have a hard time distinguishing him from the shoal of fish.
If Castella and Kirk had guessed that there was another tamer after the fact, then it wouldn't be strange. After all, neither of them were simple characters, and they would be able to figure it out after a careful analysis. But the problem was that Pascado had been discovered, and his early exposure had disrupted some of their original plans.
"Do you want them to return?" The little old man asked.
"Of course. Since they were discovered so quickly, there's not much use for them to stay on Planet Zafia. Cancel the follow-up operations and let them return."
"Alright." After a pause, Berzett said again, "According to the information they sent back and the mission summary report, the one who discovered Pascado wasn't a member of the Feniers Family, but a young man called Silin …"
"Pfft — —"
The person who was originally lying lazily on the sofa and listening to Berzett's report spat out a mouthful of water. He was so excited that he kicked over the dining table in front of him.
After a series of clanking sounds, the person ignored the stains splashed on his body and jumped off the sofa. He ran in front of Berzett and looked him straight in the eye. He said almost word by word, "Tell me again. What is the name of the person who discovered Pascado?"
"Young master, according to the information we received, his name is Silin, and he's about twenty years old."
"Fuck his grandpa!"
"Young master Lung, please pay attention to your manners." Berzett had no choice but to remind him. However, it seemed like how long had it been since his young master had cursed like this ever since he took over the work here?
That's right, this person wearing a singlet and large underpants with absolutely no image to speak of was young master Andriera Lung. When they left Seven Lights back then, the ones who wanted to drag Silin out and give him a good beating the most were Lung and Knight. They hadn't heard from Silin for almost three years, so it would be strange if they weren't excited when they suddenly heard his name.
In young master Lung's eyes, etiquette, demeanor and whatnot were all for outsiders to see. Since there were no outsiders now, then what was the point of etiquette?
Lung spun a few times on the spot and asked again, "Are there any images?"
"Yes, but there aren't many. Also, the time is too short, so we couldn't find any detailed information about that Silin. We only know that he met Castella at Feniers Family's' Little Garden 'at Sector X." Berzett brought up the image and said.
The fact that Silin and Tang Qiuqiu were Vanguard Division Six was only known by Castella and a few other core figures. No one else knew about it.
Lung frowned and stared for a long while before pointing at the person on the image Berzett brought up, "Who's that dumb-looking idiot over there?"
"He's Silin." Berzett answered.
Lung's expression was odd, "Did that guy go for a full plastic surgery? What a waste, his appearance is getting worse and worse, and he looks a lot more robust … I can't tell just from the image, but I can recognize him in person. "
However, the only person who had the ability to discover Pascado, also known as Silin, was probably the one in his memory.
After a moment of silence, Lung said to Berzett, "Didn't you say a few days ago that there's a planet in Sector T that you're going to develop jointly with another family? Call Feniers' people over and discuss the terms of the partnership. "
"But young master, you've already confirmed the House of Evigo as the partner yesterday …"
"Swap it out. We haven't signed the contract yet, right? There's another partnership in ten days. At most, we'll give priority to Evigo as compensation." Lung said unconcernedly.
"Alright, I'll contact Kirk immediately."
After Berzett left, Lung started rummaging through one of the storage cabinets in the room. He remembered that he bought a pair of boxing gloves last year.
When they left Seven Lights, Lung and Nate had agreed that the next time they saw Silin, they would first kick him like this, then that, and then give him a good beating!
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