Fifty Asking Dust!
Lin Ye's breath hitched for a moment.
'I thought twenty would have been more than enough.'
'I can't believe the Ninghai Navy Department is this generous!'
...
「Meanwhile, outside the auditorium.」
A sleek, pitch-black luxury limousine with an understated design pulled to a silent stop outside the restricted area.
Long Bohan scrambled out of the front passenger seat, hurrying around to the rear of the car to pull open the door.
Wang Jingcheng and another man followed suit, bowing slightly as they stood respectfully by the open door, ready to welcome the last passenger.
"Imperial Envoy, we've arrived."
"It looks like the award ceremony is still in progress. We'll have to wait here for a little while."
The man they called Imperial Envoy Lv was a middle-aged man in a suit.
He appeared to be in his fifties, with a square jaw and a natural air of authority that radiated from him when he was silent.
His name was Lv Yongze.
