In the midst of mountains.
Underground.
In a vast warehouse shrouded in darkness and depth.
This place was under some kind of stringent protection, lacking even a single procedure could bar entry, or even result in immediate arrest and delivery to a secret military court, to be judged for treason and executed by firing squad on the spot.
In the silent warehouse, however, a voice arose:
"Wu Xiaode..."
"Both parents were military personnel, long dead, and details were too dated to retrieve."
"This kid is pretty average in all respects..."
"Why did he have to emerge at that critical moment and ruin our plans?"
Li Zheng murmured softly as he gazed at the information displayed on the screen.
Suddenly, the screen flickered, and an encrypted communication request appeared at the center of the screen.
Li Zheng's expression turned serious, and he immediately clicked to open it.
In an instant, video windows popped up all over the screen.