"You two can be a bit more casual, just don't try to make direct contact or harm Mr. Ji, it's completely fine otherwise."
Hearing Group Leader Cong's reminder, Jiang Congshu and Li Yuanhong felt a bit bolder.
From a position that was much closer, they observed with strange expressions very carefully.
Then, a scene that made them feel even worse appeared.
Near their location, there were not only supply boxes filled with snakes but also supply boxes brought over from Shen City by the research center and transported here.
Ji Tianqi picked up a stone frying pan from a supply box next to him—a modern product made of Mai Fanshi, and from a big brand at that!
But he seemed oblivious to all of this, wielding the pan in one hand and the sword in the other, swinging the unsharpened blade over the pan without actually chopping anything.
Afterwards, with a blank look and a chuckle, he spoke.
