Top floor of the Deep Space Building.
Lu Zijin sat in a comfortable office chair, lazily resting her delicate cheek on her hand, her slender, fair fingers playing with a ballpoint pen.
In the holographic projection across from her, a figure clad in a white martial arts uniform coalesced.
It was a middle-aged man, his hair as white as snow, his face austere and profound, exuding an innate air of authority like that of a lion.
"Zijin."
He spoke solemnly, "The intelligence you sent me, I've gone through it."
Lu Zijin narrowed her enchanting eyes: "Brother Chen, do you think there's a problem with it?"
Minister Chen was silent for a moment before saying, "Gu Ci'an's son… Gu Jianlin, right? An impressive young man—being able to almost single-handedly eliminate the Joker proves he's more promising than his father was at the same age. From my personal perspective, I'd prefer to nurture him and spare him from being sullied by the Judgement Court."
