What had them listening to a chorus of "Holy shit" late at night?
And what had them still awake at this hour, leaving the workshop courtyard beneath Holographic Camouflage brightly lit?
Zhou Zhengde walked to the entrance. Wang Jixuan, who had detected his arrival in advance, had already opened the gate with spiritual awareness.
Very soon, Zhou Zhengde froze where he stood.
Wang Jixuan wore a bracer emitting a silvery-white glow on his right wrist. With a slight flick of his arm, pale blue light lit up on the bracer, wrapping around a hollow brick placed before him and making it vanish.
Wang Jixuan handed the bracer to the people around him.
Zheng Shiduo kept blurting out profanities. He was the source of that unending stream of "Holy shit."
Wu Man was equally stunned.
Shen Qionglin was fondly turning the bracer over in her hands, carefully studying the intricate patterns inside and out.
At a glance, she determined that many of those patterns were "complex decorations," meant to obscure the true Psionic Energy Circuits and prevent easy replication.
Just from this bracer alone, the various circuits she could currently see were far more exquisite and complex than the Psionic Energy Circuits of the Spiritual Practitioner Civilization she had mastered!
Uncle Tai turned to glance at Zhou Zhengde and said with a chuckle, "Captain Zhou... oh no, Director Zhou. Here to inspect our work?"
Zhou Zhengde could not help feeling a little embarrassed.
He was already the director of the Fortress No. 82 Reconstruction Office, personally appointed by General Headquarters. He had earned the position through the plan he submitted himself, with only the tiniest bit of influence from his grandfather's status.
But there was no need to shout it everywhere.
It was nothing worth mentioning. Absolutely nothing.
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