The Great Elder's gaze was somewhat intimidating.
Yang Ming smiled as he said farewell and turned to leave.
"Viscount Hanton," the Great Elder called out again, "if you insist on believing that, I can also tell you that the murderer is not inside this building."
"Thank you for the reminder, Great Elder."
Yang Ming turned and saluted, then stepped away.
Yang Ming had barely left
when a guard at the door raised his hand and rubbed his neck, where a subdermal chip behind his ear faintly flashed;
In a corner of the room, the beautiful woman who had brought Yang Ming crossed her arms and lightly touched her elbow.
Next to the Great Elder's lounge was the venue for today's internal election, and Yang Ming couldn't be bothered to make a big detour.
He went straight into the venue, walked from the stage to the audience seats in front of a group of old men and women, and sat in the back row of the audience seats with his legs crossed, looking down at his Emperor Star messages.
