"I see. Well, it's over now. Let's get some rest.."
" Very well. Good night. "
Feng Yizhou closed his eyes, but the thought of Qingran leaving, he couldn't sleep comfortably.
In another secured faculty, much smaller and more secured than facility 09.
There was an heated argument going on in the upper floor meeting room. It had 5 chairs, each placed according to ranking.
At the head of the table was a man with red hair with almond shaped eyes. He had a scar cut across from his lips, terrifyingly large at that but it did not seem to hinder his beauty.
"So what if Du Yuan fucked up. There's no way he'd be beaten by non system users. Gu Qingran and that man Feng Yizhou must be system users as well.."
"…"
He leaned on the table, his hands intertwined.
"We must deal with them as soon as possible.."
"But we don't know what kind of system they have. We don't know if we're talking into a trap ourselves."
