Thunderstorm Asthma? I’ll Just Drain the National Power Grid!

Just as he was secretly enjoying himself, a clear, cold voice sounded behind him.

“What are you thinking about?”

Lin Yuan turned around.

He saw Su Wanqing standing behind him, he didn’t know when she had arrived.

She had changed into casual clothes, and although her face was still a bit pale, her breathing was steady, indicating that her injuries were no longer serious.

“Director Zhou wants to see us; there’s a new mission,” Su Wanqing said concisely.

“Oh?” Lin Yuan’s eyes lit up. He quickly shoveled the remaining food into his mouth in a few bites, mumbling, “Beautiful Older Sister recovered quite fast, huh? I thought I could go to the hospital to take care of you and collect a hefty nursing allowance.”

Su Wanqing: “...”

She rolled her eyes at Lin Yuan, her gaze as if saying, “Nothing good comes out of a dog’s mouth.”

But surprisingly, she didn’t retort as she usually would; she just turned and walked out of the cafeteria.

“Follow me.”

Lin Yuan chuckled, quickly got up, and followed her.

The two walked one after another, side by side, down the base’s corridor.

Along the way, all Dragon Shield Bureau members who brushed past them, whether E-rank ordinary members or D-rank elite officers, would immediately stop and stand at attention when they saw the two of them.

Then, they would give them a standard salute.

“Your Excellency, Ice Phoenix!”

“Your Excellency, Lin Yuan!”

Calls filled with respect continuously rang out.

Lin Yuan was a little unaccustomed at first, but soon, he straightened his back and began to enjoy it.

This damned sense of privilege!

This damned respect!

This iron rice bowl… it’s getting better and better!