Admiral Clan approached with a nutrient solution, casually handing it to Fred, who was sitting on a wooden crate and smoking.
His gaze swept over Fred's bandaged arm, which was held in a sling. "Are you all right? I don't recall you being a smoker."
Fred took a few quick drags, then stubbed out the cigarette. He took the nutrient solution but didn't open it, his voice a little hoarse. "I never knew these things could relieve stress."
Hearing this, Admiral Clan fell silent for a moment. "You should still smoke less. It's bad for your health. The mission was a great success."
"It's all thanks to Your Excellency, Lu Xiao. If not for her, I'm afraid I would have had to remain hidden here for much longer before finding a way out."
As Fred said this, he couldn't help but recall the moment he'd just witnessed—Lu Xiao and Ares embracing.
'He was reluctant to admit it, but he was truly envious.'
