"It's best to hurry this up. I've been here too long already, and who knows what might happen if I stay."
Old Wu, casually slipping the terminal into his pocket, said, "Don't be such a jinx."
"I'm not being a jinx, just analyzing; the factory director hinted someone might be after you just a couple of days ago."
Old Wu shrugged his shoulders and pulled back the girl he had just pushed away.
"Alright, alright, I'll let you know when I have news."
"Alright."
Chen Ming didn't further interrupt Old Wu's revelry.
Old Wu's demeanor revealed that despite his love for alcohol and women, he never muddled serious business.
Chen Ming turned around preparing to leave.
Just as he turned, a sudden sharp sting of danger struck his forehead.
Chen Ming reacted swiftly, instantly shifting into a suit of Combat Power Armor, the streamlined and solid armor enclosing him completely.
This was something Chen Ming had casually mentioned in a previous chat with Bai Quan.
