It was one o'clock in the afternoon on December 17th. There was still an hour before Xu Tui's meeting with the director of the Blue Star Genetic Committee, Raymont.
Raymont finally made a final decision after pacing back and forth in his private ward for nearly an hour. Through the secret frequency, he immediately established a secret Internet conference center and sent a message.
A few minutes later, Ruan Tianzuo's virtual projection landed in the meeting room. However, his image was completely different, including his voice.
Ruan Tianzuo was still extremely cautious. "Mr. Raymont, have you made your final decision? Or is it a plan?"
"A plan." Raymont's voice was very certain. Ruan Tianzuo could not help but be delighted.