Stealing Data!

Noon.

Research Institute.

Inside Isolation Room Number Two.

Zhong Lizhen's bra accidentally coming loose had made the atmosphere a little awkward, but on the other hand, neither of them was quite as tense anymore.

"Shall we go, Professor Zhong?" Dong Xuebin asked.

Zhong Lizhen nodded and reached for the wire. "I'm opening the door."

"Mm, I'm ready." With a click, Dong Xuebin chambered a round in his pistol.

But Zhong Lizhen did not move. She stared at him grimly. "If the gun goes off, it will definitely draw more people here!"

Dong Xuebin sighed helplessly. He had more or less figured out the temperament of this aunt of his—she simply did not know how to adapt. Too lazy to argue with her, he tucked the pistol into his waistband. With a flick of his wrist, two dinner knives appeared in his hands. "Will this do?"

"Dinner knives?"

"They're silent."

"Mm. One last thing—I want to know about your combat ability."

"I don't really know how to explain it. Anyway, we can just walk out through the front. It won't be a problem."

"Through the front? There are dozens of soldiers out there. How are you supposed to walk out? Don't brag. I want the truth—just how capable are you in a fight?"

"..."

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"If I said dozens of people couldn't do anything to me, would you believe me?"

"...Do you think I would?"

"Exactly. That's why I didn't say anything."

"Enough, let's not argue over words. We don't even know whether we'll live or die this time. You came to save me, and I, Zhong Lizhen, will be grateful to you for the rest of my life. First, let me apologize to you. If we both die here, then I'm the one who wronged you.