Shen Zhong continued to prepare the medicine, his expression not showing the slightest fluctuation, his tone calm and unrippled, "The chances of survival in a sea disaster are originally low, there's an eighty percent chance of fatality."
"What a pity, to lose one's life at such a young age."
The blond man nodded thoughtfully, "It is quite a pity. Alright, you continue with your medicine preparation, I'm off to do a task and won't disturb you anymore."
No sooner had the words been spoken than the blond man turned and left.
He didn't go directly to the task hall, but took the elevator to the top-floor office.
The blond man was brought into the tech-filled office by the assistant waiting outside, bowing respectfully, not daring to look at the man sitting in the leather chair, and spoke, "BOSS, I've tested him, he's very calm, and seems indeed not to be following the domestic news."
The man didn't speak.
The air in the room gradually grew tense, with a strong sense of oppression.
