Through a doorway entered a man in a black suit. He had an Eastern complexion that rivaled those of movie stars, and his long black hair was almost to his thighs, yet every single strand seemed to have been tenderly combed, smooth to its tips. It made people want to… ask him what brand of shampoo he used.
Although he had the oriental look, his attire resembled that of western nobility. In his hand, he held a silver cane. But despite him looking refined and courteous, the words that flowed out of his mouth were anything but polite.
"Since when did a small space station had the right to exercise the powers of the galactic law court? You claim to be innocent so you are acquitted?" His eyes narrowed as he stared directly at Lu Ren, who stood on the side.
"Yan… Yan Xuan, min… minister." Lu Ren's eyes were wide open from shock, as if he couldn’t take this revelation. His entire person was frozen on the spot.
