For the people in this circle, the importance of Dubhe Tower even surpasses that of the Federation Council.
"But there's no writing on it..."
"You can swipe it with a POS machine," Sun Hang reminded.
The receptionist skeptically swiped the pass on the POS, and instantly, a large number of dialog boxes popped up on the computer screen, scaring her - "Has it been infected with a virus?"
Before she could react, a young man in a suit came rushing down the stairs in a panic.
"Mr. Sun Hang! Who here is Mr. Sun Hang?"
He glanced around—at this time, there were only two people at the hotel front desk, and he immediately locked his gaze on Sun Hang.
"Are you Mr. Sun Hang?"
"That's me."
