The New Federation border, which hadn't fully calmed down, was once again shrouded in war clouds.
...
Had they not directly gone to war already?
Why was the Empire being so soft?
Was it because there wasn't substantial evidence proving this was the New Federation's doing?
After a busy day, Yang Ming sat on the curb to take a break, thinking about how to deal with the New Federation.
A series of news stories flashed across the network terminal in his hand, and two police drones flew overhead.
Order had been restored around him, and Yang Ming would soon return to the hotel to rest.
"Do you need help, detective?"
A familiar voice suddenly called out beside him.
Yang Ming looked up and saw the iconic Golden Mask, immediately feeling relieved.
Catherine got off the floating skateboard and sat on its edge, patting the spot beside her.
