Yuchi's finger made a slight circling motion, and a burning cigarette appeared on the tip of his finger.
The cigarette fell toward the ground, but was quickly caught between his fingers. He brought it to his lips again.
He had not smoked in a long time, but it felt quite good doing so while watching this show. He wished he had some popcorn to go with it.
In any case, he was quite satisfied by the human race's performance.
Even though they were relying on his name, it was okay.
In fact, many people present had never spoken to him or seen him.
However, they all made it sound like he was their grandfather.
'If I wasn't so thick-skinned, I would be embarrassed now.'
Yuchi looked on with a smile.
Facing the aggressive attitude of this two-horned man, the people from the Department of Inspection of the human race were still relatively calm.
