In the corridor outside the transport ship,
A young man and woman walked side by side.
Mimili kept turning her head to look at "Uncle Hanton" beside her, as if she wanted to confirm his identity several more times.
Although Yang Ming provided various pieces of evidence to prove his identity and accurately spoke the eight words that made Mimili's cheeks flush slightly, she still found it hard to believe.
"Dad said you were dead."
"Hmm," Yang Ming clasped his hands behind his back, his demeanor like that of an old scholar, with a faint smile on his face, "Feigning death to avoid trouble is a common trick in the pirate trade. Kolev didn't lie to you; I tricked Kolev and found him later."
It was a well-intentioned lie.
Mimili stopped walking, folded her arms, and leaned her shoulder against the wide frame of a porthole measuring several meters in height, her beige-tight combat suit outlining her near-perfect body curves.
