A hesitant knock echoed on Zhao Qingya's office door.
"Come in," she sighed, weariness clinging to her voice.
The door creaked open, revealing a young man clad in sleek silver armor. His fiery red hair stood out against his youthful face, which was etched with a nervous smile.
"Mayor Zhao," he stammered, bowing slightly. "It's an honor to meet you."
"You're City Lord Yuan Huan's representative, correct?" she inquired, already anticipating his purpose.
"Yes, Mayor," he confirmed. "The City Lord sent me to report on the situation and offer my assistance. Any task you have for me, I'll complete it to the best of my ability!"
"Very well," Zhao Qingya said, her voice devoid of enthusiasm. "Tell me, what's your power level?"
"Thirty steps," he puffed up his chest, a hint of pride flickering in his eyes. "Not too shabby, right?"