Xiangzi leaned against the mast, indifferent to it all.
"Let's go, Little Fatty."
Parker erupted in anger: "Fatty, who are you calling fatty!?"
"I'm talking about you, Fatty," Luo Hao replied, "You can choose to come or stay."
"Well, let me think about it."
"Take your time thinking."
"No, I've decided already—wait, why are you guys leaving so quickly!?"
"Don't pull away the gangplank—"
A Papalarian let out a scream as they fell off the ship.
...
Luo Hao saw someone walking out from the port and disembarked.
The person was his direct superior, the same cold guy Fang Hong had seen last time, possibly named Zhang Tianmiu or something. He wore a black trench coat, with a low-visibility badge of the Stargate Defense Team on his arm, sunglasses perched on his nose, which he only removed upon reaching him, looking him up and down as if seeing him for the first time.
Even though it wasn't their first meeting.
