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True Script Art (Part 1)
Contacting the Main Base from the Chang Ying was no casual matter. Even Field Officer Yunbo had to apply at the communications center to use a dedicated line. He acted as soon as he spoke, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
It really did seem far from simple.
Ronan instinctively reached for his chin, only for his metal fingers to scrape against his faceplate with a low grinding sound:
When it came to dealing with Evil Poison, no matter the version, the Tranquil Underworld Bureau were the experts. At the very least, the Sky Abyss Empire's leaders would definitely send as many specialists in this field there as possible. Only with that foundation would they grant them the corresponding assignments and authority.
Otherwise, this place would probably have become an Autonomous Territory thousands of years ago... or something even worse.
They should never underestimate the Sky Abyss Empire's ability to struggle through desperate circumstances.
Ronan believed that this situation would not fundamentally change anytime soon—Liang Lu was still only a lieutenant. Given the environment in the Han Guang Star System, even if he developed at an astonishing pace, it would take at least decades, perhaps a century, for him to become a Great Monarch. Anyone who could succeed after several hundred or even thousand years of struggle would be an outstanding figure of their era in the vast universe.
If the overall situation remained unchanged, was this aimed at the matter itself, or at a person?
Ronan's thoughts were not especially clear for the moment, so he stopped dwelling on it.
He returned to the center of the laboratory and put on the air of the project lead, asking Lieutenant Meng Xin and Sergeant Major Chaku about their progress. He also brought out