Gao Jingchuan paused. When Shen Bing said nothing, he assumed Shen Bing was worried and immediately added, "I'm telling you, you need to be careful until we find those people. If you're okay with it, I'll ask my dad to send a few special forces soldiers over as bodyguards."
Shen Bing grumbled inwardly. Careful, my ass. Those people are still locked up in my Underground Base. Even if they had Sun Wukong's Seventy-Two Transformations, they couldn't escape.
"Forget the bodyguards. That would be against regulations. I'll just be more careful myself. Besides, Illusion Immortal Technology Company already has nearly two hundred security personnel, including quite a few veterans from the special forces. Surely they aren't much worse than anyone you could send?"
"All right! It was just a suggestion anyway. You're a crafty bastard. I doubt anyone could get the better of you." Gao Jingchuan chuckled.
"You really do know me." Shen Bing smiled, then checked the time. Seven minutes had already passed.
Fuck, I forgot!
"Shit! My experiment's screwed!" Shen Bing roared. Without even saying goodbye, he tossed his phone aside and rushed straight into the laboratory.
Fortunately, he moved fast enough. He poured the next ingredient into the beaker at precisely the right moment.
If that phone call with Gao Jingchuan had really ruined this experiment, Shen Bing would have wanted to grab him and beat the hell out of him.
While Shen Bing worked furiously, Gao Jingchuan was left with mixed feelings.
Shen Bing was doing an experiment? That bastard was actually doing an experiment!
No wonder people said every scientist was a research fanatic. It was absolutely true. It was already past ten at night.
Of course, that wasn't the point. The point was what exactly Shen Bing was researching.
Gao Jingchuan could hardly be blamed