A deranged world

Inside the Federal conference room.

A group of well-dressed people surrounded a long table. Berserk Lion Zhang Yang was among them, sitting on the chair with a serious look. If outsiders saw this, they would definitely unconsciously piss themselves out of fear because the people in the room were all superpowers whose names shocked the whole Federation!

Currently, everyone stood up and looked at a virtual screen.

Above the screen was a blurry pattern, and a technician was heavily sweating trying to adjust an enormous instrument

“Tap~”

“Tap~”

Each press of a button signified a slight adjustment.

A humming sound could be heard, coming from the machine. This reaction caused the technician to sweat even more. Clearly, he was extremely nervous right now.

One round, two rounds, three rounds.

One could even see the technician’s shaking hands.

A moment later, the sound from the machine finally changed.

“Di~”

“Di~”