Celestial Craft Group, No. 3 Research Institute.
Morning light streamed through the enormous, curved floor-to-ceiling windows, coating the chief consultant's top-floor office in a pale golden hue.
Han Feng leaned back in a large executive chair, his eyes shut tight as his fingers tapped a steady rhythm on the smooth desktop.
Overnight, he had not only slain a Grandmaster but had also taken charge of the entire "Shadow" project.
Because of this, his terminal had been buzzing with calls nonstop since morning—all of them from people offering congratulations or trying to curry favor, and it was starting to get on his nerves.
Just then, the terminal lit up again, indicating an incoming call.
Han Feng didn't even bother to open his eyes. He just swiped to open a light screen, and Lei Qianjun's signature booming voice exploded from a voice message.
