Underground world, high-end laboratory.
"You can read these Tyra texts, too?"
After mocking "the guy with the flat head," Doctor Chen Shu looked at the Shen Cong Fei who was reviewing the Tyra workstation and asked him as he walked over.
"Yeah."
The other man nodded his head, but he didn't believe it. He casually pointed at a segment of Tyra script:
"So, what does this mean?"
Shen Cong Fei looked up at Doctor Chen, knowing that he was still holding a grudge against him for his previous binding attitude and was trying to vent his anger on behalf of "the little sparrow."
Because in a sense, both men were in the "same boat."
Knowing this, he didn't get angry; he just translated what Chen had said:
"The Tyra genetic rage agent, formula…"
As Shen Cong Fei muttered, Dr. Chen didn't believe it. He pulled over the "little sparrow" who hadn't gone far and compared the translations.
