Across the ocean, near a certain coastline, Schroder Pharmaceutical Factory was still operating as usual.
At least that's how it looked from the outside.
Occasionally, city residents would drive by and, upon seeing the Schroder Pharmaceutical logo, would point at the peculiar eye-like symbol and criticize the factory's strange aesthetic.
The owner of the pharmaceutical factory, Norman Schroder, was also dealing with affairs in his office as usual, at least in the eyes of the company employees.
With work at a pause, Schroder was alone in his office, deep in thought.
He had learned through an encrypted email that the operation against Feng Yi and his bodyguard had failed.
Disappointing, but not surprising.
After all, being a high-level executive of the Ancestor Factory, the security measures were bound to be extensive, and it wouldn't be so easy to achieve his goal.
This time, he had persuaded an investor who happened to be in Yang City to make a move.
