When Griss met Yang Ming at the Lord's mansion, his face was dark, and he fought the urge to give Yang Ming the middle finger.
If only he could beat this guy!
"Your Highness Daphne, Captain Griss, please sit down."
Yang Ming made a gesture of invitation, inviting the two to sit on the sofa.
Daphne's maid stepped forward first, scanned the sofa with a simple device, and then Daphne walked forward, nodded to Yang Ming, and gracefully sat down with a sweep of her coat's hem.
Griss rubbed his nose and dared not sit with Her Highness Daphne, so he sidled up to Yang Ming.—There were only two long sofas arranged opposite each other in the living room.
Nearby, 026 served the prepared hot drinks.
"You should give me some face," Griss complained, "You're putting me in a passive position, so many people watching, your gun is almost pointed at my head, am I still your confidant?"
Yang Ming cursed without good grace: "Get lost."
"Alright," Griss moved a sofa stool to sit on the side.
