「The next morning, at Celestial Craft Group's No. 3 Research Institute.」
The atmosphere was unsettling.
The usually bustling corridors were now so quiet that only the hum of the cleaning robots could be heard.
All the staff passing by kept their heads down, hugging the walls as they walked, terrified of making even the slightest noise.
Their gazes drifted from time to time toward the office of the chief advisor at the end of the hall, filled with undisguised awe and fear.
The sword strike from yesterday had not only slain a Tier Four Grandmaster, it had also severed the arrogance of everyone in the research institute.
「Inside the office.」
Han Feng sat in the large leather boss's chair, his feet casually propped up on the edge of the desk.
He twirled an alloy fountain pen he had swiped from Li Mo's desk, his gaze casually sweeping over the few people standing before him.
The project's original core team was all here.
