"What, you don't believe me?" Yang Man said in astonishment.
Yan Junze pointed at Zhang Xiaomo, "Just now, that replica of hers said the same thing as you."
Zhang Xiaomo rolled her eyes at him and looked at Yang Man, "It's not that we don't believe you, but better safe than sorry."
Yang Man said, "Xiaomo, do you still remember when we..."
"She short-circuits often, doesn't remember anything." Yan Junze cut off Yang Man, his umbrella tip swiftly stabbing towards her arm.
Just at that moment, the door of the server room erupted with a loud bang, the entire door bulging outward, the wood split by the powerful impact, revealing a crack.
Yan Junze, Zhang Xiaomo, and Yang Man shuddered, the tip of the umbrella stopping midway, and all three immediately advanced a few steps to stand at one end of the hallway corner to look.
