Zhou Zhengyong hung up with Wu Tong, then instructed the secretary beside him, "Cancel my meeting this afternoon."
"Yes, President."
The secretary nodded and went off to cancel the meeting.
Zhou Zhengyong then made another call. Before long, it connected, and a virtual figure appeared before him.
The virtual figure looked somewhat surprised and asked with a smile, "Iron Hand, you haven't contacted me in a long time. What brings you to me this time?"
"Old Yang, I do have something to discuss with you." Zhou Zhengyong smiled faintly at his old friend.
"What is it?"
"Two monstrous geniuses have appeared in Jiangnan Base City."
"Monstrous geniuses?" Yang Hui narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression surprised. Zhou Zhengyong was a War God-level existence—what kind of talent could he call monstrous?
"Yes. Their test data has already been sent to you. Take a look."
Zhou Zhengyong said.
Yang Hui lowered his head and saw that his Communication Watch had indeed received a file. With a quick glance, he finished reading the brief data.
After reading it, his expression became somewhat astonished. Looking at Zhou Zhengyong, he asked, "Iron Hand, are you sure these two sets of data are correct?"
Seeing that his old friend wore exactly the same expression he had earlier, Zhou Zhengyong smiled and said, "Wu Tong sent it to me. There's no way it's fake. If he lied, we'd be able to verify it afterward."
Yang Hui nodded. "That's true. I just find it hard to believe that boys who have only just turned seventeen and nineteen have reached the physical quality of an Advanced Warrior-General and an Intermediate Warrior-General."
After a pause, he continued in a tone of considerable amazement, "Even the descendants of major families who grew up taking all kinds of high-grade Genetic Agents aren't