Literal Meaning of a Slap in the Face

Xia Chujian's gaze sharpened as she said coldly to Li Fengqing, "Don't give me the word 'should'!"

"What I want is concrete results!"

"Right now, immediately! Search Zuo Lunhui's Three Homes again!"

"After the search, move everything out of his homes and scorch the empty rooms with fire again..."

Hearing this, Zuo Lunhui jumped to his feet. "You can't burn my houses! You can't burn my houses!"

Li Fengqing came back to her senses. "...Major General, do you suspect there are hidden chambers or mezzanines in his houses?!"

Xia Chujian waved a hand. "No, I don't know. I just don't want to overlook a single place!"

"Remember, not just his homes. His office and laboratory need to be scorched with fire too."

Li Fengqing no longer needed to go personally, because she had left half her people at Zuo Lunhui's residences, office, and laboratory awaiting orders.

She immediately used her Quantum Optical Brain Wristwatch Carrier to issue Xia Chujian's new orders to those people.

Amid Zuo Lunhui's heartbroken, hysterical outbursts, the searchers over there still found some new things.

For example, they discovered two hidden chambers in two of his homes, and found another batch of original Academy of Sciences materials inside.

This time, after they were sent back for Professor Chen's inspection, they turned out to be data from flight tests through wormholes in a Virtual Environment.

The rest was Planetary Data from Da Zang Star.

Xia Chujian could not understand the data, so she merely watched Professor Chen's expression.

The more Professor Chen read, the darker his face became. Finally, he threw the stack of data before Zuo Lunhui and said through gritted teeth, "The wormhole traversal data in this Virtual Environment shows that there is a ninety percent chance our current Interstellar Spaceship would be torn to