News of the Third Person

It was already nine o'clock in the evening. Braydon Neal had spent most of the day here, and the favor he owed Dawson Lablanc had been paid off.

Braydon did not seem to care about the assembled anti-gravity device.

Yvonne Lars looked at his back and said in a low voice, "Teacher Neal is such a strange person!"

"Alright, Yvonne, you're in charge of recording the data!"

Dawson was a little excited. He had spent most of his life on this, and now he finally had a finished product. How could he not be excited?

The black instrument was the size of a desk and weighed one hundred and fifty pounds.

Beep!

Dawson pressed the red start button, and the whole machine made a buzzing sound and slowly floated up to half a person's height.

This scene shocked everyone in the research room.

"Good, very good!" In Dawson's exhilaration, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.