"This is the front desk. You need to complete some registration."
C20 was still under the influence of Chen Mu's ability. Whenever he spoke to Chen Mu, he unconsciously sounded respectful. He led Chen Mu to a registration desk and explained the procedure.
"Hello, sir. Please fill these out."
The person seated at the front desk looked Asian. With an honest-looking smile, he handed Chen Mu a form.
Chen Mu gave it a cursory glance. The form contained only simple information, such as name, species, and so on.
"No problem."
Chen Mu took the pen, filled it out briefly, and handed the form back. Leaning against the counter, he looked around with interest. Enforcers like C20 occasionally brought people in under escort.
"By the way, this place looks pretty advanced. Why are you still using paper records? You know that isn't environmentally friendly, right?"
After roughly taking in the space, Chen Mu estimated that this city was perhaps several decades, even a century, more advanced than cities on Earth. The use of paper-based office work, however, left him speechless.
"Sir, you need to change into prison clothes. The changing room is over there."
C20 spoke to Chen Mu with great respect, and his attitude stunned the employee behind the counter. Ever since he had been here, weren't all enforcers arrogant when escorting prisoners?
What had gotten into C20 today? Why was he being so polite?
"Prison clothes? Forget it, they're too ugly. I assume it's fine if I don't change?"
Chen Mu glanced at the prisoners in the distance, dressed in shit-yellow prison uniforms, and naturally found them displeasing.
"Of course, sir. As you wish."
C20 did not say anything further. He nodded to Chen Mu and continued, "Then, sir, I still have duties to attend to. You can remain