"My dear pirate uncle?" Yang Ming wondered aloud.
"Kolev is having a tea party with some old ladies," Lyu muttered, "He said he'll see you later."
"That old man! Tell him my time is quite precious!" Yang Ming shouted fiercely.
Lyu couldn't help but chuckle twice.
The boss was clearly waiting for the fortified injections to be produced, and before that, there wouldn't be any new actions. This period of downtime would be relatively leisurely.
Yang Ming walked over to the fitness equipment and exercised for a while when General Fremont appeared in the projection.
He was still sitting in the Royal Guard Army command center, but he looked somewhat fatigued.
"General, what happened to you?" Yang Ming asked.
"A bit too tired lately," Fremont smiled bitterly, "Post-war recovery requires a lot from the Royal Guard Army, and our Emperor has also been summoning frequently, leaving me a bit drained."
"Oh, really?"
Yang Ming's eyes flickered slightly,
