No One Will Die Anyway
編輯: Atlas Studios
At night, the office of the Martial Arts Branch was still brightly lit.
As the dean of the Martial Arts Branch, on the night of the official opening ceremony tomorrow, he wanted to be much busier than any other night in the past.
Although the academy's A.I. could help him complete many troublesome tasks, some things that involved specific arrangements still had to be decided by people. There were extremely many.
Fortunately, Sun Xiangren had been the dean of the Martial Arts Branch for more than ten years and had enough experience. Although he had a lot of work, he was not flustered and arranged everything in an orderly manner.
Of course, accidents could happen at any time.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
There were two knocks on the door. Before Sun Xiangren could respond, Zhao Zhiming had already barged in.
Seeing the slightly anxious expression on his face, Sun Xiangren frowned, "What's wrong? Old Zhao, what happened?"