After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Bai Lang went to a room beside the warehouse.
Mike and Mick were still working on controlled nuclear fusion technology.
It was the key to whether White Dream Company would be able to support everyone in the future.
"How's it going, you two physicists?" Bai Lang asked as he walked up to them.
Mick's face was full of disappointment. "We failed again. We don't have enough money to buy better equipment. Those precision instruments are just too expensive."
Mike, standing beside him, knew exactly where the problem lay.
"We need to use a strong magnetic field to confine high-temperature plasma. It's currently the most mature technology in the world."
"But we don't have anything like a tokamak."
Bai Lang picked up on his mention of a strong magnetic field and asked, "How strong does this magnetic field need to be?"
"Would this be enough?"
He held out his hand. The power of Magnetic Field Rotation extended from his palm, lifting a steel table across from him into the air.
Mike and Mick stared at the scene before them, dumbfounded and unable to believe their eyes.
"Chief Bai Lang, are you Superman?" Mike asked instinctively, his mouth hanging open.
"There's no Superman in Gotham. There's only Batman." Bai Lang raised an eyebrow.
"My God, then you must be Batman," Mick exclaimed.
"Here's what we'll do. Once you've set up your experimental model again, come find me when you need a strong magnetic field. I'll help out."
"If we succeed with controlled nuclear fusion, perhaps White Dream Organization can really make our dream come true."
Bai Lang had other things to take care of. After encouraging the two young men with lofty aspirations, he left.
Not everyone in the organization shared his desire to