Since he had seen through the so-called "information," it naturally had no value as a trade.
And so Ronan laughed. "I thought we'd already been talking for more than five minutes."
The smile on Mo She's face deepened, and then he nodded heavily. "My apologies. I underestimated your composure, Team Leader Pu."
As he spoke, he lifted a hand in a guiding gesture, indicating for Ronan to look toward a certain spot near the edge of the dance floor on the first floor.
"That person over there is the target of this arrest operation."
Ronan looked in the direction he indicated and soon locked onto a woman in revealing clothes with a gleaming bald scalp.
From here, he could not see her face, but even in this dazzling, shifting environment, he could see how many Light Track patterns covered the top of her head, her shoulders and back, her arms, and her thighs, flickering with flowing colors and endless variations.
Along with her extremely uninhibited dance moves, they were glaringly eye-catching. Even if she could not compare with the "Dance King" in the central area, she was still the core of that little circle over there.
Ronan gave a soft "Mm." "You mean that Humanoid Disco Ball?"
Mo She burst out laughing. "From the sound of it, Team Leader Pu, you have quite a few opinions about Cybernetic Modification."
"Wasn't it you, Mr. Mo She, who first expressed excessive pessimism?"
"Sorry, that's a common problem among Uploaders."
Mo She picked up the remaining half glass of liquor and pointed it toward that side from afar. "Let me introduce this person's situation to you: she's a senior member of an Evil Cult Organization hidden in Plane Six. Mm, maybe senior member is a bit much, but she's definitely in a key