Fang Cheng wore Tony Kent's face as he pulled up in front of the research institute. He got out and strode straight inside.
The staff responsible for security checks and disinfection at the entrance didn't dare stop him.
As one of the institute's major backers, Tony Kent was practically a king here. No rules or regulations could restrain him; he did whatever he pleased.
Once inside the institute, a manager hurried over with an ingratiating smile. "Mr. Tony."
"I'm here to see Dr. X. Where is he?"
"The doctor is in his office."
"I have something important to discuss with him. Don't disturb us."
After brushing off the toadies, Fang Cheng headed straight for Dr. X's office.
It wasn't that these people lacked vigilance or were careless. It was simply that Tony Kent usually behaved this way.
Over time, they'd gotten used to it. If Tony Kent suddenly started following the rules, that would seem stranger.
At the office, Fang Cheng opened the door and walked in. In Tony's frivolous tone, he said, "Dear Doctor, watching videos in your office in broad daylight isn't something a respectable man should dare to do."
Dr. X really was watching a video, but it was a file Baldy had brought back.
Even if he'd been watching porn, at over sixty, he no longer had the energy for that sort of thing.
Dr. X didn't even look up at Fang Cheng as he entered. His eyes stayed fixed on the video.
Fang Cheng didn't interrupt him. Instead, he looked around the office.
Aside from the necessary workbench and cabinets for storing files, there was nothing else. It was so bare it was almost spartan, a stark contrast to Tony's luxurious office.
Judging only by the office's style, Dr. X seemed like a workaholic who