"Based on the above, that concludes the detailed report on this incident."
The journey back was as empty and boring as ever, but Lu PingAn always had things to do. A little sorting out, a little training, and time flew by.
But something as major as the Luca People had to be reported immediately, even Lu PingAn knew that.
"What do you think of them? Your personal impression."
Those questioning Lu PingAn—at least nominally—included a special envoy from the central government, the director of Changping Province's Alien Management Bureau, and naturally, the director of Ancient City's Bureau of Anomalous Affairs.
Lu PingAn was no rookie who wanted to hoard all the credit and leapfrog the chain of command with his report. In a sense, this was indeed a great merit, but it could easily turn into a bomb as well. Naturally, he needed others to share the burden.
With the Ancient City Bureau of Anomalous Affairs, his "family," present, his words carried much more weight. At the very least, when he was questioned, someone could speak up for him.
"My impression... Well, they're a big gift package. It would be a pity to miss out on them. And their race is unexpectedly... good. So good it almost feels fake."
Lu PingAn shrugged and offered no further assessment.
He was not stupid. If he said too much at a time like this, guaranteed too much, and truly became administratively entangled with these outsiders—becoming their "guarantor"—then he might not get a share of the benefits if things went well, but if something went wrong, he would definitely be made the scapegoat.
At this point, Lu PingAn also pointed out some doubts, shortcomings, and flaws, urging them to consider things more carefully. He knew this was mostly just procedure; sufficient benefits would make