City of Dawn, Alliance Building.
Sitting on the sofa in the reception room, Yi Chuan flicked back the cuff of his right hand and glanced at the time projected onto his wrist before pulling the sleeve down again.
It was midnight.
He could be certain that in this freshly constructed building, which was finished just two months ago, the lamp in the reception room he was in might be the only one lit.
The thought that his colleagues had all entered their dreams while he was still toiling away for work made him yawn involuntarily.
Logically speaking, this inappropriate time hardly seemed like the moment for discussing business.
However, as a representative of the Silver Wing Group and a corporate ambassador to the Alliance, listening to the voice of the Alliance leaders was part of his job.
Thus, even though the timing was bothersome, he had dressed and hurried over immediately upon receiving a summon from the Alliance Manager's Office.
