"Let's go. Let's head back first."
Only after thoroughly and unceremoniously looting the entire basement and making sure he had missed nothing did Xia Xu return to the company with a pile of spoils, still wishing there were more.
He had certainly come back fully laden this time.
The smart glasses, the Mechanical Centipede, and the prototype muscle stimulation technology were all unexpected bonuses that Pan Long had bundled together and sold him.
Of course, there was also the main prize: the brain-control technology.
He had searched high and low in vain, only to turn around and find it where he least expected.
He had originally intended to get it from Duan Zhiyi. Instead, after going around in circles, he had yet to find Duan Zhiyi but had already obtained the technical documents from Pan Long's father.
However, Pan Yuanhang's brain-control technology was probably different from what Duan Zhiyi possessed.
For one thing, the timeline did not line up.
Judging by the accumulated dust in that underground chamber, clearly no one had entered it for a long time. Pan Yuanhang must have left years ago.
Yet before leaving, Pan Yuanhang had already left behind documents on brain-control technology, and judging by Xia Xu's earlier test, it was relatively mature. At least, he had not found any obvious flaws or side effects so far.
If that was the case, why had Duan Zhiyi remained so obsessed with researching brain-control technology all these years, even going on a murderous rampage when the project was canceled?
There was clearly only one answer: Pan Yuanhang had probably had a serious falling-out with Dong Changhe and Duan Zhiyi back then. They had stopped discussing brain-control technology, perhaps even cut off contact entirely, leaving Duan Zhiyi unaware of Pan Yuanhang's situation.
Thus, the "deeply devoted" Duan