As Chen Chen was planning his next move on the pandemic, the Blacklight virus had continued spreading throughout the African region.
Visiting each village and city, the virus was claiming one life after another as if it was the incarnation of the Reaper.
Having learned from three years of culminating experience, Chen Chen submitted the reports via Blacklight Biotechnology to the World Health Organization (WHO), attracting the attention of various nations.
In the WHO conference room, countless media representatives congregated below the stage as they flashed their cameras incessantly to the stage.
On stage, a group of WHO spokespersons sat in a row. A familiar face could be seen sitting right at the center of it.
He was a seemingly crass young adult in his late twenties, combing his oily hair as he wore a pair of gold-framed glasses. This person had a peculiar presence to him.