In a room.
"Sir, although the conditions you mentioned just now are very in line with the interests of our Area 51 and even most citizens, they are not suitable for Ye Bei!" Next to him, a technician with a good IQ reminded the old man in a low voice.
And this time, the old man had also realized the problem.
"Whether the world is destroyed or not, what does it have to do with me?" Ye Bei's words kept echoing in his mind.
"Damn! What's the matter with me? Regarding what I said just now, I felt that my whole person became devilish, I directly said what I wanted to say in my heart, completely out of control..."
After being frozen for a long time, the old man slapped his thigh fiercely, turned off the microphone, and felt very weird.
After a few more seconds, the old man came back to his senses a little bit.
