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After a busy day, Kolev massaged his aching back, a satisfied smile on his lips as he hummed the folk song he had just learned, returning to the Surface Pirate Port he had recently established.
A warm light spilled from the window of the villa.
Smiling, Kolev climbed the steps. As he was about to verify his biometric data, the door unlocked itself and opened a crack.
Clever Little Lyu.
"Hmm hm hm."
Kolev hummed a tune as he entered the house, hung his hat behind the door, switched to slippers, and began to speak to himself:
"The staff here are quite good. They know how to respect an old man. As long as I act a bit amiable, they think I'm a trustworthy, gullible old fellow, hahaha..."
Kolev paused his words, looking at Yang Ming lurking on the sofa.
"Oh, what's the matter? My dear nephew, whenever you have a serious face, I feel a bit apprehensive."
