"Hmm, hmm, hmm~"
Top floor suite of the hotel.
Yang Ming, who had just finished his live TV work and returned here, started humming a relaxed tune.
He snapped his fingers, and the lights came on all at once, cutting off his humming.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, there was a tall figure sitting with his back to him, a half-cup of warm water beside him.
Yang Ming seemed startled and instinctively grabbed a decorative baseball bat hanging on the wall nearby, slowly moving toward the alarm button.
"It's me," Captain Griss turned around, squinting and grinning, "I hope you don't mind the interruption, Mr. Famous Detective."
"Captain Griss?"
Yang Ming relaxed, then frowned as he glanced at the only entry door and then at the several hundred meters of empty space outside the window.
He asked in surprise, "How did you get in?"
"Have you forgotten my profession? I am from the Imperial Special Forces, of course, I have some privileges to take shortcuts."
