Meeting here? In the Imperial Palace of the Sherman Empire? The headquarters of the Antenna Organization?
Isn't this a bit too audacious?
Yang Ming casually turned off his projection device, cautiously got off the bed. At this moment, Daphne gave no reaction. In Yang Ming's perception, she was in a very deep sleep, likely accumulated from a strong feeling of fatigue earlier.
Perhaps feeling a bit guilty, Yang Ming tiptoed forward, trying to appear calm.
However, he soon felt a bit embarrassed about his cautiousness.
Look at Sister Li!
She exemplifies unrestrained control over the whole situation.
The maids on duty received orders to change shifts, leaving their positions quietly, whispering and laughing;
Hidden surveillance cameras everywhere were functioning normally, but none recorded Yang Ming's presence.
In the network world attached to the physical Imperial Palace, he was like a real ghost, silently reaching a quiet corridor.
The corridor was dark.
