"Has Black Rose been paying any special attention to what's happening on our side?" Young Master carefully organized his words, but his tone was still noticeably stiff.
"With the mess those two young ladies stirred up, who wouldn't be watching our movements?" the secretary answered frankly. "But if you're looking for any particular reaction, I haven't noticed one.
Did something happen to Black Rose?
Their family... would be hard to catch with any leverage, wouldn't it?"
The members of Black Rose did indeed come from all corners of the world. Even Perfect Baldhead, their clan leader and the owner of some company, had very few employees from his own company around him.
But the reason they knew one another was simple: classmates, or colleagues of classmates.
In short, they were all the type who had rolled around on construction sites and worked themselves to the bone while studying.
In the interstellar world, because machinery had replaced much of the basic manual labor, the construction industry actually had very high requirements for its workers.
In other words, the construction academy on Academy Star was truly difficult to get into... and once you entered construction school, the sea was deep; by the time you saw your beloved again, he had become a bear.
There was even less need to mention the girls. Any woman who could graduate from that academy was a powerhouse capable of holding up the sky with one hand.
It had to be said that the construction academy still had an old tradition... all the basic work now handed over to machinery had to be mastered personally by every student, male or female.
Even though most repetitive mechanical work was mainly handled by skilled workers from vocational schools, that did not change the fact that they still had to