This was the thirteenth day of Wang Jixuan's secluded cultivation.
Zhou Zhengde watched the middle-aged man in the room through the one-way glass window.
A middle-aged woman in a loose hospital gown was currently enjoying massages from two maids.
Though it was one-way glass, the room was also equipped with curtains.
And this was no prison cell, but a villa on the surface, with the General Headquarters of the D5 Comprehensive War Zone nearby.
Zhou Zhengde raised a hand and rubbed his brow.
Even he sometimes felt that this world was full of unfairness.
His work was so grueling every day, and he only got six and a half hours of sleep; meanwhile, this man before him did not need to do anything and was enjoying treatment beyond normal Human Civilization standards. Before this, he had merely been an engineer skilled at slacking off.
With the half day he had spent rushing over here, he could have found somewhere quiet and gotten some sleep.
The clack of high heels approached from the side.
Zhou Zhengde folded his arms and turned to glance over.
He was fairly familiar with the newcomer. It was Shen Qionglin, who had just returned from underground. She was petite but well-proportioned, and had become something of a rising star at General Headquarters recently.
"Professor Shen," Zhou Zhengde said with a smile.
Shen Qionglin nodded slightly, both hands tucked into the loose pockets of her white lab coat, then walked up to the glass and observed the room within.
"Don't worry. The fusion progress of this experimental subject is normal."
"I'm not worried about this," Zhou Zhengde said with a smile. "This is merely one branch among our many technological lines. Professor Shen's Psionic Armor has already been equipped by six assault brigades. That is the truly