When Yang Ming saw Han Yin again, she was submerged in a tank of water with floating ice blocks, her face already turning purple.
This wasn't some self-inflicted pain ploy.
This was the Antenna Organization's punishment for Han Yin's brief loss of the pendant.
Yang Ming frowned and looked at the middle-aged maid beside him, "Let her out, she's with me now."
"As you command, my lord earl."
The middle-aged maid replied with a smile, as a few other maids opened the drainage gate and helped the shivering Han Yin out.
The middle-aged maid said, "Han Yin owes her life to your care, my lord. Otherwise, according to our rules, she would have to commit suicide to apologize."
"Is your organization so inhumane?"
"Without strict discipline, greater disasters would occur."
The middle-aged maid glanced at Yang Ming, implyingly stating,
