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Yi Lin wasn't sure why the area before her, which ostensibly didn't exist, was named with the letter "S."
But after some thought, it seemed nothing more than conforming to the Apostles' taste.
In the eyes of the Apostles, "S" always signified awesome.
Or perhaps—"Secret?"
"Super?"
But no matter what, it must hide a tremendous secret.
Otherwise, Yu Meng and Zhao Yulong wouldn't both appear here after receiving a warning from "GM."
"Beep beep beep—"
With four checks—facial recognition, fingerprint, password, and iris scan—Yu Meng unlocked the door.
"Whoosh—"
The heavy metal door's verification panel flickered with electronic light, air pressure surged, and then slowly parted to each side.
Zhao Yulong suddenly sighed and stopped in his tracks.
"I... won't go in."
As he spoke, Zhao Yulong unconsciously fumbled about his body. After several seconds, he finally fished out a wrinkled cigarette from his pocket.
Yu Meng looked at Zhao Yulong indifferently.
