The street lamp at the corner flickered.
Beneath the dim yellow light, elongated shadows formed on the road, and the wind blowing in from the coast brought a hint of chill, resembling the gloomy and sunken eyes of an old man.
Medanzo propped his chin with his hand, silently skewering a kebab, and mused, "So this was the internal strife within Orola Technologies back then. In the Arctic's Ruins of Time, I actually saw Senior Lu Zhe and Senior An Xian. The reason they hesitated over whether to make public the path to evolution was because Orola Technologies had promised... in the new world, they would ensure the rights of ordinary people as much as possible. If I remember correctly, the Yuan Family was a shareholder of Orola, right?"
