Xia Li led Chen Qing into the central-most building of the Deep Sea Base.
There, someone was already waiting for Chen Qing.
It was a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression and a disheveled beard, who looked at Chen Qing with considerable animosity.
"So you are Chen Qing."
The middle-aged man scanned Chen Qing from head to toe with furrowed brows, as if he could squash a fly between them.
"We can agree to your terms, on the condition that you must be able to independently complete the object on this blueprint."
"We'll provide the materials, but aside from that, we won't offer you any help. You have only a day and a half."
"No matter what method you use, as long as you succeed, we can fulfill your conditions."
The middle-aged man spoke sharply, but his foul attitude was not without reason.
The Gemstone Hurricane had arrived unexpectedly and its power was still rising sharply.
