Wang Zhuo dropped heavily into the chair, the communicator slipping from his hand onto the desk as he stared at the screen in shock.
On the screen, Fang Xingsheng stood frozen in place. After the black-haired young man passed by with his sword drawn, the old man's body instantly came apart like a pile of building blocks, shattering into hundreds of pieces!
After a moment, Wang Zhuo finally spoke in a small voice.
"Didn't he say he'd be right back?"
"This isn't coming right back. This is never coming back."
Seeing the black-haired young man heading purposefully toward the depths of the laboratory, Wang Zhuo inwardly cried out in alarm.
The experimental subject was in that direction. It had just undergone a second round of freezing and was about to be transferred.
Wang Zhuo hurriedly picked up the communicator that had fallen onto the desk, tuned it to the dedicated channel for contacting Zhou Chongguang, and called out.
"Mister Zhou, Mister Zhou, something's happened."
"Elder Fang was taken out by the intruder. He's heading for the experimental subject now."
A moment later.
Only then did Zhou Chongguang reply, "Got it. I have something to deal with here too. We'll talk later."
Wang Zhuo froze.
Something to deal with too?
Had Zhou Chongguang also encountered an intruder?
In Zhou Chongguang's office, the middle-aged man's expression was gloomy. The cigar in his hand had already been cut open, but he had not lit it yet.
After all, he was in no mood for it now.
A burly man nearly two meters tall was walking in while using an arm almost as thick as Zhou Chongguang's thigh to choke an office guard.
He acted as though he had not noticed Xia Wu eyeing him hungrily nearby.
The burly man tossed the guard, who