"Lack of taste, indeed a useless person who doesn't understand art," Ocoro continued to provoke as soon as it was safe.
Yars gritted his teeth in anger. If it weren't for Zhao Guang being here, he would have slapped that face a few more times. And what a face it was, dark and unappealing—it was called art, but it only fueled his irritation.
Suddenly, Zhao Guang interrupted Yars, "Speaking of which, could you get a larger space ring? The ones I have recently are not quite sufficient, and it's becoming difficult to increase the cargo volume."
As the cargo volume increased, especially with large-events modular homes, his current space ring was completely inadequate.
"A larger one? I need to ask about that," Yars said, somewhat embarrassed.
"Well, I'll prepare a banquet. You go and enjoy yourself. You're familiar with the barracks anyway," Yars quickly left, seemingly recalling something. Fortunately, with all the running around, Zhao Guang was getting hungry.
