The voice of the old men gradually faded away.
Yang Ming sat in the sofa in the corner of the 'cafe'—a gathering place akin to a café—and remained motionless for four or five minutes.
Outside the window, the square of the underground city, under the illumination of the simulated sky light, looked just like a real clear sky on the surface.
Pedestrians came and went, busy and fulfilled.
The Dominicans here seemed to maintain a positive and healthy mindset, while the neatly arranged buildings in the distance showcased the orderliness of life here.
Yang Ming raised his hand to pinch his nose, continuing his contemplation.
Labuduo was now obtaining intelligence by 'hacking into the Dominicans' supercomputers and servers.'
Meanwhile, while Yang Ming was conversing with these old men, Little Lyu had already completed the work that Labuduo had not yet finished and had outlined a 'story framework' for Yang Ming.
"Lyu?"
Yang Ming called out softly.
