C457 Secret(1)

The evening sky was aglow with a red hue, casting a warm embrace over the surroundings. It was the final touch of warmth before the chill of night set in.

Within the courtyard of the Star Mercenary Group, Zhao Jin hauled baskets of meat and vegetables into the kitchen. Emerging with an apron tied around his waist and a spoon in hand, he exclaimed, "Mr. Zhao