"Quick! Send the telegram! The Black Storm has returned!"
Wang Jixuan sat in the conference room of the 'Fortress No. 76' Museum.
People kept running through the corridor.
Some rushed in from the surface, some dropped their tasks and hurried over upon hearing the news; order and hierarchy seemed to have failed at this moment, and everyone was discussing one topic.
[Ah, this is the Black Storm.]
Master Wang sat calmly there.
A middle-aged woman dressed in professional attire nervously stepped forward and softly asked, "Um, sir, do you need a drink?"
"A cup of tea, please."
Wang Jixuan instructed:
"If you make contact, please give me a sign."
"Yes, sure!"
The woman turned to the nearby makeshift water bar.
Wang Jixuan leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.
Maybe he was moved by Beta;
or maybe it was the deep-seated guilt that wouldn't dissolve rising in his heart.
Wang Jixuan had actually been somewhat hesitant to meet Lingtong before;
