It wasn't even a hard hit, yet this guy really got injured.
In the corner of the banquet hall where the lights returned to normal, a few women dressed as maids were in a flurry. The young man with medium-length brown hair kept hissing in pain, not only with a bandage wrapped around his head but also wearing a small head cover.
Originally drunk, Lieutenant Colonel Atro of the Central Intelligence Agency had his brain cleared up under the effect of a sobering drug. He sat beside the young man, looking somewhat nervous.
Good heavens, directly busted open the head of a hereditary earl.
Even as an Empire hero, one shouldn't be so audacious!
Atro, however, was considerate, thinking about how to defuse the situation. If this hereditary earl really pursued the matter, he would intervene to mediate.
Yang Ming stood at a distance, hands behind his back, examining the high ceiling construction while actually listening to Lyu report on the relevant matters.
