Peng City.
Underground bunker.
Yang Dingguo's office.
The familiar sofa, the familiar scene.
Yang Dingguo sat at his desk, his expression somewhat grim.
Lin Yuan, meanwhile, lay sprawled in the sofa in a lazy pose, sinking into it.
"Seriously, Old Yang, you call me over every day!"
"I think to you, not seeing me for a day feels like three years!" Lin Yuan joked carelessly.
Having become quite familiar with Yang Dingguo, he called him Old Yang.
At this moment, Lin Yuan seemed to recall something and asked, "By the way, has there been any news about the Xu family's research results?"
A few days ago, after Lin Yuan had slayed the Twelve Stars and rescued Xu Weili.
He handed Xu Weili over to Yang Dingguo, and to survive, this sole heir of the Xu family was very cooperative.
Xu Weili recounted the Xu family's research results in full; after all, Peng City was the only place that could guarantee his safety at the moment.
