"Without the mistress's order, they can't go in."
The large man in a suit on the left glared at Zhou Yuan and the others coldly and fiercely, "What's more, Miss Weiwei, you are simple-minded and easily deceived. These people don't look like good people to me at all. I highly doubt their ability to cure the cybernetic plague."
"I saw it with my own eyes. Do you doubt me?" Weiwei said coldly, "If the treatment is delayed, I will never forgive you."
The large man in a suit remained silent, his artificial eye flickering, seemingly communicating with someone.
A moment later, he looked at Zhou Yuan and the others and said, "The mistress has spoken. She can meet you, but you must pass three trials first.
And the first trial..."
Suddenly, the flow of time slowed down.