Fang Heng lifted his head and looked at the research personnel. saying, "To make a long story short, I'm looking for the withered trees of the tree spirit race. I know they were transported here. If any of you can lead me to them, everyone will be saved. Otherwise..."
"I know! I know they're housed in Research Room No. V-12, right next door!"
Among the researchers, a young man raised his hand after hearing this, "I placed them there! They're in the special laboratory environment of Research Room No. V-12!"
"Very good. I admire your courage and honesty. You can take me there now."
Fang Heng snapped his fingers.
Immediately, the remaining research personel felt their hearts tighten. Then, their faces turned red and they fell one by one with painful expressions.
Only the young man who raised his hand was left.
Seeing his companions fall, he was so scared that his face turned pale. He looked at Fang Heng pleadingly.
