During the meal, Jing Zhengwei dismissed everyone, and Leyu was also taken away for a physical check.
Leyu was mentally prepared for this. After all, he was ultimately a Sword Concealer. Who would dare let him get close without a security check?
Luckily, the person conducting the physical check wasn't some smelly man but Jing Zhengwei's middle-aged female guard, Mi Die... Hmm, that doesn't sound very fortunate either?
However, Mi Die was quite proper with him, didn't touch or feel him up, which gave Leyu a strange understanding of Yin Yinyin's looks—could it be that Yin Yinyin's appearance was considered attractive to men in this world?
You Glorious people are so weird!
"What is this?"
Mi Die grabbed Leyu's wrist, weighing his 'Saint's Relic' seamless iron vambraces, and frowned slightly, "It's very heavy."
"Weights." Leyu was prepared: "Usually when I'm not on missions, I wear weights. The organization only helps melt them off when I'm on a mission."
