Sing-Malaysia Sector, Lion City, in Li Jin's villa.
Early in the morning, Li Jin had just woken up and was doing his daily morning exercises.
At his position, he paid a lot of attention to his health.
In the Great Genetic Era, the individual strength of genetic newcomers was magnified a hundredfold. However, the overall lifespan of humans did not increase much.
There were some good things in the hands of the extraterrestrial creatures that could increase the vitality of their bodies and extend their lifespan.
But not by much.
Therefore, he still had to maintain it.
Just as Li Jin was sweating slightly from his intense training, there was a sudden sound from the garden door. Li Zifeng, who was usually extremely calm, actually walked over with a gust of wind.
This made Li Jin's expression change.
Something must have happened for Li Zifeng to act like this.
"Director, Wang Ji is dead!"
