When the Old Task Force ended their training and returned to Pangu Biology, spring's rain began to drizzle, washing away the dust.
If it were any other time, Long Yuehong would definitely sigh with emotion. Why is it raining again? It was raining the past three out of five times we returned.
Furthermore, he was definitely just chit-chatting when he said this. In fact, he was secretly excited and smiling. He couldn't wait.
But this time, he didn't say anything while sitting in the back row. His mouth was tightly shut; he was no different from a statue.
There was silence in the jeep.
After the Old Task Force approached and confirmed their identities, the silver-white door at the entrance to Pangu Biology's underground building slowly moved back like a behemoth opening its mouth.
The jeep drove in and stopped at the designated spot. Jiang Baimian and the others alighted one after another and underwent safety checks.
