The meeting ended.
Quite a few people left immediately.
Director Charles didn't intend to stay longer, gently patted Han Dong's shoulder, and promptly returned to the Control Bureau.
Han Dong also kept the letter in the safest part of his mental world, following Mister M's side.
Seeing that the other party seemed to have something to say, Han Dong honestly sat back in the sub-seat.
A hand wearing white gloves suddenly landed on Han Dong's shoulder, squeezing forcefully… a seemingly intimate gesture, but in actuality, it was the modeling liquid being injected into Han Dong's body to repair the physical injuries caused by the recent consciousness descent.
"You... seem to have witnessed such grand spectacles at S-01 long ago; I was worried you might be so nervous facing so many letter holders at the meeting that you'd forget what to say.
Your relationship with the Thousand-Faced Demon King seems pretty good, directly using consciousness descent."
