The next day, ten in the morning.
A black sedan pulled up outside the villa. Its rare consecutive-number license plate made passersby look back repeatedly. Did some important figure live in this Villa District?
The car stopped outside the Tai City Spirit Association headquarters.
Fang Yi had visited the Tai City Spirit Association once before, but that time had been too rushed for him to properly see what it looked like inside.
"Captain Fang is here!" someone at the entrance shouted.
In an instant, the two rows of people who had long been waiting at the entrance lined up in formation. The Spirit Association agents in identical uniforms stood neatly in two rows, like greeters lining a reception path.
They bowed. "Welcome, Captain Fang!"
Their voices were loud, their momentum grand.
...So awkward.
Fang Yi had only just stepped out of the car with one foot, and now he wanted to pull it back in.
"No need for such a grand display." Fang Yi waved his hand.
It made him look like the male lead of some power fantasy about the Dragon King's return or the Crooked Mouth War God.
"Brother Fang, this wasn't arranged by the Spirit Association. They organized it themselves. They heard the Undertaker was coming and wanted to welcome you. We'll always remember how you saved Tai City," Su Qingying explained.
Hearing that, Fang Yi glanced at the agents. Sure enough, their gazes held curiosity and respect.
Quite a few of them had argued fiercely on the Forum on behalf of the Undertaker and the Pioneers from other cities. Now that they could finally get a good look at the Tai City Captain they supported, it was only natural that they were excited.
Surrounded by the enthusiastic agents, Fang Yi stepped into the Tai City Spirit