At this moment, footsteps sounded from behind.
Xiao Bai and Hui Bai, leading a large group of researchers, walked onto the rooftop.
"Ran Bo...! Why are you sitting there? Come, come over here!" The usually harsh middle-aged mentor, knowing Ran Bo was now useful, immediately changed his face, kindly urging Ran Bo to come over.
Ran Bo remained still, still sitting on the edge of the rooftop.
"Ran Bo, I know you've been in contact with the World Master, he should have taught you how to retain previous memories," Xiao Bai said directly. "Now, we need the Artificial Lin Clan—and you are the only expert retaining this kind of memory, please help me."
Ran Bo's neck slowly turned over, his bloodshot eyes staring at the researchers.
He smiled, the seven-colored face paint on his face glistening in the sunlight.
With his hands crossed gently on his knees, he chuckled softly:
