Four maids ran to the front desk of the hotel in high heels followed by a few secretaries.
Yang Ming looked around and dragged Lieutenant Colonel Atro to his side.
For his innocence, he needed a witness.
The wealthy and powerful fanatic fans were truly terrifying.
A few minutes later, at a corner in the hotel's top-floor restaurant that had been booked.
Atro slumped in the corner covering his forehead, while Yang Ming sat in the main seat, looking with a headache at the young noble who insisted on standing by his side.
Four cute girls in maid outfits, and four mature ladies in secretarial suits were being used as screens around them, while an old butler stood on the periphery with a bitter smile, responsible for tasting and serving dishes.
Yang Ming said, "You..."
Revelle immediately leaned forward, looking at Yang Ming intently.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-four!"
Count Revelle Rasoga started to introduce himself:
