"Did you have a pleasant evening yesterday?"
Past eight o'clock, Senator Kilanf waved to Lance and greeted him.
He knew what Lance went to do last night, but he neither interfered nor participated, just quietly listened to his subordinates report on the matter.
He understood that this was Lance seizing the opportunity to flex his muscles.
Golden Port City isn't bad, but for this country, no matter how good Golden Port City is, in the next fifty years, it won't be able to catch up to here, New Gold City!
He felt that Lance's intelligence and talent left at Golden Port City would be a waste; he should come to New Gold City, or at the very least, to Golden State.
Lance actually had such plans himself, but not to relocate completely.
He wanted everything from Golden Port City, and he intended to establish a branch here.
So he flexed his muscles in advance, letting people here know that he's not someone who just swallows his grievances when encountering troubles.
