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Kolev suddenly turned around and, upon seeing the figure behind him, exclaimed in delight,
"Ha... Hahaha! It's really you!"
Yang Ming put away the silver remote control in his hand.
Then, Kolev furrowed his brow, pinched one of his mustache strands, and gave it a gentle tug.
"Ah, this isn't a dream. You're really standing in front of me!"
However, Kolev quickly calmed down.
He scrutinized Yang Ming's current attire.
A light blue repairman's outfit, with some stubble on his face, tired eyes from long voyages, and he seemed quite out of spirits.
"Oh, why are you down on your luck again? What should I call you now?" Kolev asked warily.
"Just call me Yang Ming," Yang Ming replied warmly, patting his empty stomach, "An old friend comes and doesn't even get a full meal? Don't worry. I'm using the legitimate identity you gave me with that passport."
"Of course! Just wait a moment... Oh, my robots have all crashed?"