Su Bai sat by the bedside after he had got himself wet. He shook his head. The problem was now simplified; he just needed to find the shuttler from the other side.
However, he still had no specific method.
From identifying the problem and planning out the specifics, Su Bai was clear that there was no use to ponder too much.
Su Bai suddenly felt that his body had become lighter; the clothes he wore were also dry. He took a glance at the bedside cabinet and saw a bottle of alcohol appear.
He knew he had returned.
Su Bai was very calm this time.
A row of yellow words appeared on the floor below his feet.
"Please head to the conference room."
The conference room?
Su Bai stretched himself.
Damn it, was there a need for voting today?
Qin Yang had died in the last scenario, didn't that count?
One person had died, couldn't this round of voting be postponed?
