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The next day when he woke up, the sun of early spring was already gently caressing the earth. Yves King lifted his eyelids slightly to sneak a peek at the time, it seemed to be already nine o'clock. He didn't mention his journey to the company.
When Yves King knocked on the office door of the security captain, the first thing he felt upon entering was a sharp gaze on him, as tangible as a physical object, making him feel slightly odd. Yves King kept his composure, but was inwardly surprised, raising his head to examine the man.
The man staring at him looked to be about twenty-seven or eight years old, his hair cut short for a crisp look, his skin a healthy and natural bronze tone. He stood behind the office desk, straight as a javelin. The man looked competent and stable, only his gaze was incredibly sharp.
