They Are Making Iron Men

They Are Making Iron Men

At the sight before him, Jiang Wen instinctively wanted to retreat.

The silver-white room gave off an unsettling feeling. At first, Jiang Wen thought it was a living creature's instinctive fear of death, but he soon realized it ran deeper—a fear of no longer being human.

Grabbing Editor-in-Chief Le beside him, Jiang Wen unconsciously tightened his grip and said with a tremble, "Let's go. Something's wrong with this place."

"Wait. Don't move. Someone's coming."

Jiang Wen quickly rummaged through his things, painfully pulling out two talismans and handing one to Editor-in-Chief Le.

"Take it. Stick it to your body, and it'll conceal you and temporarily block detection."

"Good stuff. You actually didn't sell it?"

"My former former boss gave it to me to save my life. I didn't dare sell it even while I was wandering around, and now I'm actually using it."

"Your former former boss really treated you well."

Editor-in-Chief Le immediately pasted the talisman onto himself and instantly felt an invisible spell envelop him, filling him with relief.

More than a dozen breaths later, the sound of a group of people approaching echoed out.

At their head was a young man dressed in a white formal suit.

His clothes were spotless, and both the cufflinks at his sleeves and the smile on his face were impeccably refined, making Editor-in-Chief Le and Jiang Wen seem shabby by comparison.

He was so polished he seemed to have stepped out of a textbook, and his expression looked fit for a magazine cover, exuding incomparable elegance.

The moment they saw him, the two remembered his identity: Chairman Qiu of the Cultivator Management Committee in Constant Law City's Central District.

Behind Chairman Qiu, more than a dozen reporters from various newspapers carefully followed him, as if taking