"Please fasten your seatbelt, the flight is about to take off."
Once again boarding the plane to the Capital City.
The difference is that this time, I also wore a mask to avoid being recognized by passersby, causing disruptions such as crowds taking photos.
Sitting in his seat and yawning, Wu Liang glanced at Jiang Min beside him, whose face always carried a serious expression, and her hands seemed to tremble slightly.
"Don't be so nervous. Going to the official headquarters won't get you dissected. If they want to wield a knife, it'll be aimed at me," Wu Liang cheerfully comforted Jiang Min.
After all, as a Symbiont with foresight abilities, the officials wouldn't be foolish enough to let the crazy folks at the institute cut her up.
On the other hand, the institute's desire to pin me down on the operating table is intense.
