Ding ding!
"Boss, wake up! Boss, wake up!"
The alarm clock disguise of Lyu woke Yang Ming, making him open his bleary eyes and disturbing Windsor beside him.
Miss Windsor remained as beautiful as ever, her smooth back irresistibly enticing to Yang Ming's fingertips at all times.
However, every time he left her side, Yang Ming no longer felt the same reluctance he once did.
He reached the dressing room of the hotel suite in his boxers, where two mechanical arms fixed to the wardrobe already stretched out a military uniform. When Yang Ming dressed neatly, these mechanical arms even helped smooth out the creases in his clothes.
As he opened the door, two mechanical soldiers without firearms saluted simultaneously.
The waitress holding breakfast wore a beaming smile, showing no sign of the half-hour wait she endured.
Yang Ming grabbed a piece of bread, took a big bite, and mumbled a "thank you" before hurrying to the corner elevator.
