The massive forging hammer slammed into the ground, causing the surface to instantly cave in.
Faluk stood there, dazed, without reaching out his hand to return Ye Xingli's handshake.
"Hello?" Ye Xingli waved his hand in front of Faluk, but seeing no response, he gave up.
He needed to rest for a while before he could continue rushing back to the Global Center to work overtime on his experiments.
"Why is he so surprised?" Ye Xingli slumped on the sofa, biting into an apple, finally feeling alive again.
The brief two-hour life-and-death escape had drained him of too much energy.
Ye Wanlan also sat down, "Maybe he didn't expect you to be fond of apples."
"Oh." Ye Xingli glanced at the apple he had bitten into pieces, muttered, "Actually, I don't like apples, but that's all they have here, are you sure he isn't the one who likes them?"
It took Faluk a full three minutes to gradually come back to his senses, "Ye Ye Ye... the International Strategic Studies Institute, that, that..."
