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Chapter 134 For Black Gold, Charge! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

It's still that same time portal.

Wearing a heavy protective suit and a medical bandage on his wrist, An Kang looked at the time portal and felt the cold wind of another world once again.

The azure vortex before him was larger than he remembered, with flickering light at its edges, making it look exceptionally stunning.

Military trucks loaded with supplies drove in one after another, and another batch of vehicles drove out from inside, the whole process was orderly.

It has been forty-two days since I was injured.

Every day, he spent his time in the hospital surrounded by white ceilings and the smell of disinfectant.

Now, he's finally back.

Thanks to the help of Professor Deng Dakang, he obtained a special qualification—to undergo follow-up treatment and rehabilitation observation in another world.

He was also the first warrior to be sent back to the other world before he had fully recovered.

He wasn't returning to the front lines; he was simply recuperating at the rear base, and incidentally serving as a living research subject.

But for him, this was the best outcome he could achieve while lying in his hospital bed.

The broken ribs still throbbed with pain, like a tireless alarm clock, constantly reminding him—being a hero is not easy!

Hero, that's what people in his hometown call him, and that's what the propaganda department calls him too.

When An Kang heard those two words, it felt like his heart was being pricked by needles.

Especially when chatting with other wounded soldiers in the ward and learning that Zhao Chong's squadron had lost another comrade, that feeling became even stronger.

What kind of hero is he?
He was just an unlucky guy who broke his ribs after being attacked by the enemy at a crucial moment and had no choice but to leave the battlefield.

He's no hero at all!
What flashed through An Kang's mind was not some grand narrative of the nation and its people, but rather the words that the squad leader had shouted in the recruit training camp.

"You are a soldier, deeply rooted in the grassroots, a soldier fighting for the people! Fulfill your duties until you become a hero."

He felt guilty at the thought of being called a hero while his former comrades-in-arms were buried in cold graves.

Decades ago, our martyrs fought an unprecedented war for the sake of the flame of civilization, to give their descendants a chance to live with dignity, and to stand tall as human beings, and they achieved a miracle in the war.

They are heroes!
He was just a rural man from Henan Province, a humble soldier who was only 25 years old and hadn't even gone to university!
Just as An Kang's thoughts were churning, a suppressed gasp came from the side.

"Good heavens, this is the portal to another dimension? It's so tall and huge! Our ancestral master has truly appeared!"

An Kang glanced sideways and saw several guys dressed in Taoist robes.

The speaker was a young Taoist priest, very handsome, with bright, lively eyes.

The other person was tilting their head back, their face filled with shock.

"Snapped!"

Another, slightly older Taoist priest slapped him on the back of the head.

"Wang Ye, what kind of miracle are you showing? Is your brain made of mush? Can't you have some scientific literacy?!"

The older Taoist priest cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back, and looked like a wise man.

"I deduce that our ancestor did not ascend to heaven in broad daylight, but rather achieved 'scientific ascension,' mastering the mysteries of quantum mechanics and spatial leaps. That's why he left this door for future generations, so that we can spread Taoist culture to another world!"

The young Taoist priest covered his head, suddenly realizing what was happening, and nodded repeatedly: "Senior brother is right! Scientific ascension, scientific ascension!"

He looked down at the shotgun he was holding. Although it was unloaded, he still pulled the bolt back with a practiced air, producing a crisp "click" sound.

"For the sake of preserving our historical and cultural heritage, we cultivators should take it upon ourselves to develop the market for faith in other worlds!"

"Yes! Yes! The senior brothers are right."

Upon hearing the words "market of faith," An Kang almost lost his composure.

What is this all about?
Are these Taoist priests here to spread their teachings or to expand their market reach?

Just then, the senior brother leaned close to the young Taoist priest Wang Ye's ear and whispered in what he thought was a very soft voice, "Remember, our goal this time is 'cultural export and faith landing,' to try to establish the first branch of Wudang Temple in this other world! Before those bald monks and their gang, seize the market opportunity!"

An Kang's lips twitched, and the frustration in his chest was actually dispelled quite a bit by these two clowns.

An Kang stopped looking at them, shifting his gaze away from the two lovable Taoist priests, and was then drawn to another group of people who had just arrived.

Not far away, more than thirty men walked over like curious children.

Most of them had dark skin, clearly from years of exposure to the scorching sun, and some wore glasses on their noses, their eyes revealing the meticulousness unique to technicians.

But the most incongruous thing was their brand-new work clothes bearing the logo of the new oil company, and the equally brand-new shotguns on their backs.

This group of people are the oil technicians who will be on the front lines in the new world.

Unlike the pampered second and third-generation rich kids living in government compounds, these people have a genuine air of hardship about them.

A slightly older man, who looked to be in his thirties, patted the shoulder of a young man next to him, grinned, and revealed a set of teeth stained yellow by smoking.

"Little Ma, isn't that amazing? You'll never have to go back to the Gobi Desert to eat sand again, aren't you happy?"

The young man named Xiao Ma adjusted his glasses, his face flushed with excitement: "I'm so happy! I'm so happy! Engineer Han, I still think I'm dreaming. But this time, we're actually going to drill an oil well in another world!"

A burst of good-natured laughter erupted around them.

Another lean man sighed, “Who says otherwise? When the boss contacted me, I thought I was going to be sent to some remote corner of Africa again. I didn’t expect that this confidential mission would not only be in a good location, close to home, but also have a high salary and subsidies.”

"Close? This is separated by an entire world, how can you call it close?"

"How is it not close? Isn't it faster to get from the base to home than you get from the South China Sea drilling platform back to your old home in Northeast China?"

These words were truly insightful, and everyone nodded in agreement.

Many frontline oil workers have a tough time.

They would be at sea, in the desert, or in the mountains, sometimes for a year or two at a time. Home was more of a distant concept to them.

Xiao Ma lowered his voice and asked Engineer Han curiously, "Engineer Han, honestly, why did you choose us? Our company has PhDs who studied abroad and children of leaders; aren't their skills better than ours?"

Han chuckled, his eyes revealing a keen understanding of the ways of the world.

"Are you stupid, kid? This isn't a place you can just come to. Those overseas returnees are all living a life of debauchery, with all sorts of messy relationships. They're all more troublesome to investigate than you think."

He pointed to himself, then to his fellow workers around him.

"Look at us, our ancestors for three generations were all clean workers and farmers, with impeccable revolutionary credentials. The only mistake we made was probably washing our feet. We rarely even go to the county town, except when we're dealing with rocks and mud in the deep mountains and forests. The higher-ups trust us!"

"To put it bluntly, we country bumpkins have a tough life, but we have a clean background!"

One sentence made everyone laugh, the laughter containing self-deprecation, but also a sense of triumphant satisfaction.

An Kang listened silently, and the knot in his chest loosened a little.

Looking at this group of simple, honest workers, he felt as if he were seeing his own father and fellow villagers.

They are not important figures; they have worked diligently their entire lives, and are just inconspicuous cogs in the huge machine of the nation.

But now, these most grassroots and honest people are being entrusted with important responsibilities.

They are the true foundation.

Compared to them, what is he, a so-called "hero"?
beep--!
A sharp whistle instantly drowned out all the noise from the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, a steady and clear male voice came over the loudspeaker, echoing throughout the assembly area.

"Attention! New batch of members, Team 12-A, assemble at the designated area immediately! Repeat, Team 12-A, assemble immediately!"

The Taoist priests, workers, and others who had just been having a heated discussion immediately stopped talking and turned their attention to the officer waving a flag not far away.

"Gentlemen, the 10th batch of supplies for today is about to depart. Engineers, Taoist priests from Wudang, and medical staff and patients accompanying us, please board your transport vehicles according to your groups!"

The voice on the radio paused, then became more serious.

"The teleportation process may cause dizziness, and a few people may experience hallucinations or feel like there are extra things in their brains. Please do not panic, this is normal. Once you arrive in the new world, be sure to report to your supervisor immediately."

The voice ended with a touch of human reassurance: "Everyone, just bear with it for now. When we get there, we'll provide a good meal! Come on, one at a time, don't make a mess!"

"Taoist Master! Taoist Masters, look this way!"

A staff member wearing a New World Special Issue reporter's badge, in charge of publicity, jogged over with a camera and a warm smile on his face. "Come on, let's get off to a good start for our pioneering history! These will be valuable materials that will go into museums in the future!"

Upon hearing this, the young Taoist priest was momentarily at a loss and instinctively hid the shotgun.

His senior brother was much calmer, putting his arm around his junior brother's shoulder and calmly nodding at the camera.

"Junior brother, hold your gun properly and get into position!"

"Oh, oh!"

The young Taoist priest quickly picked up the shotgun, straightened his chest, and imitated his senior brother, placing one palm in front of his chest while silently chanting incantations, while awkwardly holding the heavy shotgun in his other hand.

That pose was half ethereal and otherworldly, half focused on sheer firepower; it looked both strange and funny.

"eggplant!"

"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"

Two voices rang out simultaneously, and the war correspondent quickly pressed the shutter.

"Crack!"

Thus, a comical photograph destined to go down in history was born.

"Perfect!" The reporter exclaimed excitedly, looking at the image on the camera. "I think this chapter should be called 'Taoist Magic and Guns'! What do you Taoist priests think?"

"Sure! But can these journals be published publicly?" Wang asked in surprise.

"No, but it can be used in the new world to enrich everyone's spiritual world~"

"I see!"

The Taoist priests left.

Next came the petroleum engineers.

"Hey, Little Ma's off!" Engineer Han patted the young man next to him on the back. "He's off to explore another world. Don't embarrass our hometown!"

"Don't worry, Engineer Han!"

Xiao Ma excitedly pushed up his glasses, followed his coworkers into the crowd, and quickly boarded the transport vehicle marked with a huge gear and drilling platform logo.

An Kang also took a deep breath, and the lingering resentment in his chest was completely washed away by the vigorous and simple enthusiasm in front of him.

After taking photos with the medical staff, he strode forward, following the crowd, toward the steel behemoth that was about to usher in a new world.

He had just settled into the bench of the medical transport vehicle when the vehicle suddenly lurched.

A figure stumbled in and instinctively grabbed the nearest thing—An Kang's arm.

"Hey, make room, move over a bit."

Ankang turned around and saw head nurse Sun Jing, Sister Sun.

She was gripping his arm tightly with one hand and holding onto the car wall with the other, wearing a pink coat.

As the door closed, the barely concealed tension on her face diminished her capable aura considerably.

An Kang felt that the force on his arm was not like a support, but more like grasping at a lifeline.

He grinned and said, "Sister Sun, the strength you're using doesn't look like you're going to save someone, it looks like you're about to strangle them."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Sun Jing glared at him, finally letting go of his hand, and sat down next to him, sitting up straight. "I just get a little carsick, it's an old problem of mine."

“I understand. Nervousness is a newbie’s protective shield, it’s not shameful.” An Kang, acting like someone who had been there before, took a clean vomit bag out of his pocket and handed it over. “Here, just in case.”

"Get lost, you jinx!"

Sun Jing snatched the bag away, cursing as she gripped it tightly, clearly afraid of ever using it.

Before he finished speaking, the lights in the carriage suddenly went out, plunging the carriage into complete darkness.

It wasn't a power outage; it was a pure nothingness where even light was swallowed up.

Immediately afterwards, the familiar tearing and dizziness of Ankang struck.

It seemed like an instant, and Ankang regained his sight.

But for Sun Jing, who was standing next to her, it was much more than that.

Darkness, compression, weightlessness, dizziness.

This feeling instantly shattered the psychological defenses she had deliberately built up over the past seventeen years, violently pulling her back to that devastating afternoon.

Dust, darkness, the weight of concrete slabs, the cries of her father and grandparents calling her... the suffocating feeling of being buried alive and the fear of confinement overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

"what--!"

A short, sharp scream, distorted by fear, burst from her throat.

The next second, a hand grabbed An Kang's arm again with lightning speed.

"Ouch, holy crap!!!"

Ankang gasped in pain; this wasn't pinching, it was like being hit with a pair of pliers!
Darkness comes quickly and goes quickly.

Her vision suddenly returned, and the blinding light brought Sun Jing's scream to an abrupt halt.

She blinked blankly, and just as the radio had said, her mind was now filled with maps and basic information about this new world.

"Sister, let go, let go... my arm is about to break."

Ankang's grimacing voice pulled her back to reality.

Sun Jing looked down and saw that her fingers were white from clenching them so tightly that they were stuck in An Kang's training uniform.

She released her grip as if she'd been electrocuted, her face instantly turning bright red.

"You silly kid! I'm so sorry! Just now... that was a little scary!"

She waved her hand awkwardly, even slipping out her hometown dialect.

"it's okay no problem."

An Kang laughed heartily, subtly hiding his arm behind his back and rubbing it frantically, muttering to himself.

You can't judge a book by its cover! Sister Sun is only 1.6 meters tall and as thin as a bamboo pole, but she has such strong hands that she could probably crush walnuts with her bare hands! The transport vehicle moved forward smoothly, and An Kang looked outside through the bulletproof glass.

I haven't been back for over forty days, and this place has completely changed.

The ceiling was no longer bare rock, but a towering alloy dome, estimated to be over thirty meters high and several hundred meters wide, like a huge underground hangar.

Countless construction vehicles and transport trucks shuttled back and forth under the dome, emitting deafening roars, creating a scene of bustling construction activity.

The convoy stopped at a newly built camp.

"Ankang, fellow medical staff, we have arrived at our destination. Please disembark!"

Ankang, having moved to a position closer to the door, was the first to jump.

The moment the car door opened, a familiar chill rushed out.

Tiny, salt-like snowflakes, accompanied by a knife-like wind, stung people's faces.

An Kang subconsciously squinted, took a deep breath, and felt the biting cold rush into his lungs, causing his still-healing rib wound to ache faintly.

But it was precisely this chill that invigorated him.

"Ugh, this awful weather! It's so cold!"

Sun Jing got off the bus and couldn't help but shiver. She looked around at the white expanse and her professional instincts kicked in.

“In this kind of environment, wounds heal much slower and you are more likely to get frostbite.”

An officer wearing heavy winter clothing strode up to greet them.

"Welcome to the base! Gentlemen, please follow me to our dormitories. It's almost mealtime, and the cooks have prepared a hearty meal today!"

"Food from another world?" Sun Jing's eyes lit up as she swallowed hard and asked.

The officer nodded enthusiastically, a hint of reminiscence on his face.

"Yes, I heard they have braised otherworldly squid today, and also some freshly arrived stir-fried giant insects, so crunchy!"
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the other side.

In the biting cold wind, Master Chen and Master Zhou stood side by side, their Taoist robes fluttering in the wind.

They smiled as they watched the young men jump off the armored vehicle.

As soon as the young Taoist priests got out of the car, they immediately saw the two Taoist masters.

"Here it is!"

"Master!"

"Uncle Master!"

Wang Ye, Zhou Ming, and Chen Chen snapped out of their daze and quickly stepped forward to bow respectfully, their movements meticulous.

"Alright, you're all pretty strong as long as you didn't fall apart on the road." Master Chen stepped forward and patted each of his disciples and descendants on the shoulder, his touch quite firm. "Look at you guys, all dumbfounded by this?"

"Master, this...this is the new world?"

The youngest, Chen Chen, couldn't help but ask in a low voice, his eyes fixed on a tracked transport vehicle that drove by. That thing was several times bigger than the trucks they had seen in the town at the foot of the mountain.

"That's right, a new world." Master Chen said with his hands behind his back, his tone tinged with pride. "Come on, I'll take you to our Wudang territory to broaden your horizons, and then we'll go out for a meal together!"

Master Zhou simply smiled and nodded, following behind.

Along the way, Master Chen pointed out directions as he went.

"Over there is a training room under construction. We can come here to cultivate spiritual energy and practice martial arts in the future."

"See those warriors wearing exoskeletons and fully armed? Don't go near that area, there are some female demons being held there."

"Over there," Master Chen pointed to the dense barbed wire fence in the distance.

"That's a minefield, don't go in, you'll get blown up."

Wang Ye and the other two were dazzled by what they heard, their minds already in turmoil.

Although they had been mentally prepared, what was happening at this moment was completely beyond their comprehension.

Soon, they were taken to a separate area.

This area, made of transparent polyethylene plastic, has been partitioned off to create a courtyard resembling a Taoist temple in the mountains, and even has a few cold-resistant vegetables.

"This is our Taoist temple." Master Chen pushed open a heavy wooden door.

Behind the door are the basic furnishings of the Sanqing Hall.

Several young Taoist priests hurriedly offered incense to their ancestral master!

After all this was completed, Master Chen led them out and said, "This time, Wudang is very lucky. We will create an unprecedented feat in this new world!"

He turned around, his gaze fixed intently on his three descendants, and said, word by word, "We are going to compile a... metaphysical textbook that will enable ordinary people without innate talent to even begin their cultivation!"

boom!
Wang Ye, Zhou Ming, and Chen Chen's minds went completely blank, as if struck by lightning.

To compile the secret methods of the Xuanmen sect into... a textbook?

How can ordinary people also cultivate?

What a crazy idea, and what a magnificent vision!

If they can really accomplish this, what a magnificent chapter they, Wudang, will leave in the entire history of the Xuanmen!
This is a tremendous honor that brings glory to the family and lasts for generations!

Seeing his disciples' faces flushed with excitement, Master Chen's lips curled up slightly, then he straightened his face again.

"Don't get too excited, this is an extremely difficult task."

"What you need to do is to combine what you have learned with the scientists' instruments to conduct data analysis, and turn those feelings that can only be understood intuitively into steps and formulas that everyone can understand."

Master Chen glanced at them and slowly uttered his last words.

“If you don’t have the aptitude and ability, you should report to the authorities as soon as possible. I’ll send you back to the mountains to chop wood and carry water, so you won’t embarrass yourselves here.”
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Dormitory for technical engineers.

Peng Daqing stubbed out the half-smoked Changbaishan cigarette on the windowsill and then irritably lit another one.

Looking at the empty roads outside, I couldn't help but raise my wrist to check the time on my tactical wristband.

"It's already lunchtime, what are these people dawdling for?" He muttered under his breath, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "I should have gone to the cafeteria and eaten two big bowls of braised squid before coming here."

As one of the first skilled workers to arrive in the new world, Peng Daqing proved his worth during the recent transfer of supplies at the B5 base, demonstrating his tenacity and outstanding skills.

His position has risen accordingly, and he is now the deputy team leader of the Far North Oilfield, responsible for coordinating the mobilization of personnel and materials, confirming oilfield development, pipeline transportation, and even participating in some of the construction work of the smelting plant.

In the local dialect, this is called a promotion, and the ancestral graves are practically emitting auspicious smoke.

Dudu!

Just as I was lost in thought, a deep, powerful horn sounded outside.

Peng Daqing suddenly turned his head, his eyes lighting up instantly.

Several heavy material transport vehicles slowly drove up.

After the train came to a complete stop, the side panels of the carriage opened, and one by one, the technical engineers, dressed in thick work clothes and carrying luggage, jumped out like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Peng Daqing scanned the crowd, his smile growing wider.

"Hahaha, Han Linchuan, you idiot! I thought you wouldn't dare to come!"

A burly man, who had been talking to Xiao Ma earlier, looked up at the sound.

After recognizing the person, he threw his luggage on the ground and charged at them menacingly.

"Peng Daqing! You son of a bitch! Is this what you call immense wealth?"

Han Linchuan's large, fan-like hand slammed into Peng Daqing's shoulder with a loud thud.

Peng Daqing neither dodged nor flinched, taking the punch head-on, and then punched back. The two then burst into laughter and hugged each other, patting each other hard on the back.

"Dude, this is something that will bring honor to your family and make you proud for the rest of your life! How could I forget you for something like this?" Peng Daqing raised an eyebrow smugly. "Tell me, am I being a good friend?"

"Okay, you're a good friend!"

Han Linchuan released him and looked around at the brand-new barracks, somewhat surprised.

"This is the dormitory? Didn't the confidentiality agreement say that the conditions were extremely harsh? This looks even better than the expert building in our unit."

"You're crazy!" Peng Daqing laughed and scolded. "This is a rest area for people to rest and recuperate. How could the environment be bad? The place we're going to is in the far north, a godforsaken place where the wind can turn a person into an ice sculpture. You're going to have a hard time!"

Upon hearing "the far north," Han Linchuan immediately perked up and forgot all about arguing.

He leaned closer, his eyes gleaming: "You kept it a secret before, saying you'd only go to some harsh place to drill for oil. This time, you've gone all the way to another world. Daqing, give your brother a heads-up, what's the quality of the oil fields here really like?"

As soon as he asked the question, dozens of petroleum technicians who had just gotten off the bus gathered around, all listening intently and staring intently at Peng Daqing.

Seeing the expectant looks in his old buddies' eyes, Peng Daqing kept them in suspense and slowly extended a palm.

"Extremely high quality, and this is the amount of reserves we've already proven!"

Han Linchuan was taken aback, and tentatively asked, "Fifty million tons?"

Peng Daqing shook his head, his smile enigmatic.

"Hiss... 500 million tons?" Someone nearby gasped; this number was already quite frightening.

In recent years, the largest oil field discovered by Southeast University on land has only yielded tens of millions of tons, not even a hundred million tons.

Peng Daqing shook his head with a smile, exhaling a smoke ring: "Let's broaden our horizons and make bold guesses!"

Han Linchuan's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily; he could feel his own heartbeat and the hearts of everyone around him racing.

His voice trembled slightly: "...Five billion tons?"

The entire scene fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at Peng Daqing.

Peng Daqing grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and said, word by word, "Fifty billion tons, that's the initial estimate for this oil field beneath our feet!"

"These five billion are all from shallow oil fields. How easy is it to extract them? Theoretically, we could just dig a pit and pour oil tankers in!"

"boom!"

The crowd exploded instantly!

A chorus of gasps rose and fell, and everyone's face was filled with shock and ecstasy.

We've all spent our lives in the oil industry, who doesn't understand what this means?
If we exclude offshore oil fields, how much proven oil reserves are left on the eastern mainland?

More than 3.8 billion tons!

An oil field in another world doubled in value!
Moreover, it's a shallow, high-yield ore deposit with extremely low mining costs!

"Holy crap!" An experienced worker exclaimed, his face flushed with excitement. "That's incredible! If we convert that to refined oil, and each ton of crude oil is equivalent to seven barrels, that's over 30 billion barrels! How much does Dongda University consume in a year? Over 5 billion barrels! This one oil field alone would be enough for us to operate at full capacity for seven years!"

"Seven years! In these seven years, how low can we reduce industrial costs? We'll overturn the entire global industrial landscape!"

"This is just one oil field! Heaven knows how many more rich mines like this exist in the world!"

"That's enough to start a third world war! By then, our nuclear fusion will probably be ignited!"

This is no longer just immense wealth; it's like bringing the entire dragon vein home!

Han Linchuan was so excited that he was trembling all over. He grabbed Peng Daqing's arm and his eyes were red.

"Let's go! Daqing! Let's drop off the stuff now! Then take us to see the oil field! I can't wait!"

"Yes! To the oil field!"

"For black gold, charge!!!"

"Haha, charge! Charge! Charge!!!"

Seeing the excited crowd, Peng Daqing waved his hand with a hearty gesture.

"Let's go! Brothers! The lifeblood of our Dongda University's industry is waiting for us to draw it out with our own hands!"

"Today, I'll show you something new and let you eat something delicious..."
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A few kilometers away, the Information and Operations Coordination Command Center.

An information officer wearing black-rimmed glasses walked quickly to Su Mingjin, stood at attention, and saluted.

"Reporting to General Su, the latest batch of personnel arriving at New World has been verified."

Su Mingjin took the electronic document board handed to her and gently slid her fingertips across the screen.

In addition to urgently needed oil extraction technology experts, the list also includes a field medical team and An Kang, a meritorious wounded soldier who, despite not being fully recovered, volunteered to come to the other world to participate in scientific research.

Her gaze lingered on the row of honored and wounded soldiers for a couple more seconds, her eyes softening for a moment.

"Notify logistics that all the supplies we requested will arrive within 72 hours. Let the new personnel undergo acclimatization training these next few days to get a feel for the harshness of this other world. They'll be busy later."

"Yes!" The staff officer turned and left, his steps hurried.

The command center was bustling with people, the sounds of keyboards clicking and whispered instructions creating a symphony of efficiency and tension.

Su Mingjin's gaze swept through the crowd, then suddenly stopped, her eyes locking onto Gong Pengfei, who was walking towards the interrogation room.

Upon seeing the other person, Su Mingjin immediately followed.

She wanted to know if there were any new discoveries regarding the female elf captives.

Gong Pengfei is in charge of interrogating the elf prisoners, but progress has been slow so far.

The University of Tokyo is extremely efficient and resourceful in its handling of non-human organisms!
However, they are very kind and rule-abiding towards intelligent beings who can be won over.

The female elf captive was imprisoned for many days. In addition to the restriction of her personal freedom, she was also fitted with an electric collar around her neck to distract her and prevent her from casting spells.

They have not yet conducted any inhumane interrogations on him.

(End of this chapter)