Jiang Yanqing suddenly took a phone call.
"Now?" She cast a quick glance at Mei Sijun.
"All right."
After hanging up, she walked over to Mei Sijun and said, "Come on. The boss wants to see you."
"The boss?"
Mei Sijun raised an eyebrow slightly. Some people in his own opera troupe did call him that.
"Does he know me?"
"No idea." Jiang Yanqing looked down at Mei Sijun, who was still sitting there quite unperturbed. "A stranger suddenly appears in our heavily guarded base. Do you think he wouldn't be interested in you?"
"Sorry, it was an accident," Mei Sijun explained again.
"Don't tell me. Tell him." Jiang Yanqing walked to the doorway and leaned lightly against it. "Stop sitting there. Get up and come with me."
Bearing and looks really did affect "initial favorability." Otherwise, with Jiang Yanqing's usual temper, she would already have had someone force Mei Sijun to his feet at gunpoint.
Mei Sijun sighed inwardly. This is bad. I seem to have come somewhere I shouldn't.
He had trained in opera since childhood. Though his build did not look imposing, he was lean and powerful, with considerable skill in hand-to-hand combat. Even so, he could not possibly escape this mysterious base equipped with heavy firepower.
Speaking of which, just what was this place?
The base's forbidden area was actually the exit from that eerie dark realm within the pupil...
It was truly rather inconceivable.
Without dwelling on it, Mei Sijun rose and followed Jiang Yanqing around several turns. The intersecting silver-white corridors, metal gate after metal gate, and layer upon layer of identity checks completely dispelled any thought of finding a chance to escape.
He might as well have a proper talk with this boss.
The journey was not as long as Mei Sijun had