"Then let's not talk."
Nan Mufeng rose and walked away.
Yuan Fei hurriedly stopped him: "Wait!"
"Hmm?" Nan Mufeng responded with a nasal sound.
"To retrieve this chip, we need to contact a person." Yuan Fei lowered his stance.
"Who?" Nan Mufeng asked.
"The designer of the chip, Ackerman."
Ackerman...
This person Nan Mufeng had not heard Yu Ling mention. Maybe even Yu Ling didn't know him! This shows his extraordinary status in the organization.
"Finding him is your business."
Nan Mufeng forcefully pushed Yuan Fei aside and walked away!
Yuan Fei scratched his head in frustration and chased after him again: "I can't get him to come."
"Hmm?"
"If Nan Tian were alive, he could get him to come. Unfortunately, he is dead..."
Nan Mufeng was struck by lightning, the color drained rapidly from his face. He suddenly shot out his hand, grabbing Yuan Fei's collar: "What did you say? My dad is dead?"
Yuan Fei looked at him in surprise: "You didn't know?"
