039 The last step of the plan_3

Several hours later, Yang Ming emerged from the plastic surgery room, evaluating his reflection in the mirror with satisfaction and nodding to himself. At least he was still handsome, albeit a bit more delicate-looking.

Those Eastern faces from Earth do look pleasant, after all.

What Yang Ming didn't realize was that a hidden camera in the corner had captured his visage at that moment.

Meanwhile,

In the Cas Federation, on a planet next to Kolev's secret base, an external space station.

Sporting a middle-parted hairstyle, dressed in a proper suit and leaning on an elegant cane, an elderly gentleman hummed a tune from his hometown as he strolled through the dazzling duty-free zone of the interstellar area, eyeing the luxury goods whose prices were not so extravagant after all.

His watch suddenly began vibrating insistently.

The old man glanced around and, shrouding his wrist with his hand discreetly, opened the pop-up email message.

It was a little trick of his own design.