When the voice carried over, two people passed beneath the over six-meter-tall doorway. Set against the massive gate, they looked especially small. One was in a wheelchair and had been the one speaking so loudly; the other had exposed flesh that was entirely bluish-gray, looking unlike any mainstream Genetic Species.
Tai Yu and Ran Ming both rose to their feet. The latter promptly introduced them. "These are the only two from the Veteran Mutual Aid Society I could drag out for drinks. They count as representatives."
Once the two drew near, Ran Ming introduced them one by one. He began with the legless veteran in the wheelchair. "Officer Kuler, formerly an elite pilot. He can't pilot ships anymore, so he's gone and made himself a wheelchair vehicle to play around with. Remember, don't let him sit in the passenger seat when you're driving."
Kuler had rosy cheeks and huge eyes that seemed ready to bulge out. Though rather gaunt, his voice was booming. "Say whatever you want, just bring me the Fruit Tree Essence first. I need to rinse my mouth before drinking."
After the attendants delivered the greenish-blue juice, Ran Ming pointed at the man with rough bluish-gray skin, whose face was so severely swollen and distorted that he could barely open his eyes. "Officer Gong Zhou, an outstanding guard captain and the owner of that 'Battlefield Recorder.' He practices the 'Spine Boundary Pattern.' You two should have a good exchange."
So this Gong Zhou was the designated person for discussing the "Spine Boundary Pattern." He had arrived before the Veteran Meetup had even begun.
Gong Zhou seemed to be a man of few words. Or rather, the severe swelling in his face made speaking difficult. He merely said, "Hello," and had nothing more to add.
Ran Ming would