Even now, Mo Ling had yet to recover from that weak, limp state. His body was still trembling uncontrollably, an unavoidable consequence of the adrenaline wearing off. Even though he had mentally adjusted, he still could not control the physical reaction.
The discomfort in his body made him feel nauseous. He desperately wanted to rest for a while, but the taut string in his mind remained stretched tight, constantly reminding him to stay alert.
Mo Ling's eyes were bloodshot. He clearly was not using his eyes to "see" the world, yet blood still rushed into them, sending waves of pressure through them with every heartbeat.
The room Captain Qi entered seemed to be a small Meeting Room. Several stern middle-aged men inside were continuously discussing the disaster, occasionally answering calls and listening to the voices on the other end with furrowed brows.
Mo Ling could not hear what they were saying, but he could still sense the invisible anxiety.
The moment Captain Qi entered, their eyes lit up. They listened closely to his report, and as they listened, one of the middle-aged men rushed to the door, opened it, and waved at Mo Ling.
"Little brother, come in."
"Okay." Mo Ling quickly rose from his chair and followed the middle-aged man inside.
"Captain Qi told us about your situation. Are you sure you found a pair of 'sunglasses' and only then gained that kind of vision?"
"Mm." Mo Ling nodded earnestly.
As he answered, Mo Ling observed the middle-aged men. He discovered that they were merely staring at him, with little shock on their faces. They did not seem surprised by these "supernatural phenomena" at all.
"You know what happened, don't you?" Seeing their expressions, Mo Ling blurted out the question directly.
The emotions of these middle-aged men could not