"Cough cough! Ha, ha..."
In the somewhat low passageways, Kong Nu leaned against the slightly heated light-conducting pipes, his standard protective suit wrinkled from the constant battering against his subcutaneous fat.
Kong Nu gasped repeatedly for air.
Having crawled a considerable distance within the pipe, he now needed to recover his strength.
Hum, hum.
The familiar vibration sound.
Kong Nu opened his briefcase and took out his communicator from a stack of paper documents.
This communicator had nothing to do with his family, it wasn't his wife or children checking in to report their safety.
Kong Nu felt that he had done enough for his family, having fulfilled his duty to them he had helped them escape to Fortress 82. What else could he do?
Kong Nu of course knew, with Professor Zhuang's help from behind the scenes, that path was most likely safe.
Because Professor Zhuang was essentially a do-gooder in the world of spiritual energy science.
But what about after that?
