"Jackson, the Infiltration Project for the subspace was picked up by you personally, and three years have passed already, any progress?"
Milton Cheney moved his gaze away and turned to leave.
Wesley Yorke followed him.
After hearing what Milton said, he sighed slightly: "No progress at all."
He admitted that he was too arrogant in the past.
There was a reason why this so-called infiltration project was abandoned.
He had tried countless methods over the last few years, but none had yielded any substantial results.
"Should I help you check the subspace?"
"Absolutely not. The subspace is extremely unstable. If it suddenly collapses, even a Ninth Grade Martial Artist might get swamped."
Wesley was startled by Milton's words,
Milton was now arguably the most important person in the Federation, it was not worth taking such a risk.
It was only discovered a few years ago that the subspace could collapse. Before that, nobody knew the subspace could even collapse.
