The Immortal Technique Committee at night was still brightly lit.
You could occasionally hear the sound of people typing away at keyboards, writing documents in various departments.
Only the seventeenth floor, cleared of idlers to protect Zhang Yuan, remained completely silent along the corridor.
The office door was open, and inside, several people were lying on a few camp beds.
Among them, Fang Xiaoyu was sprawled out asleep, drooling slightly at the mouth.
Master Chong and Bai Mo lay quietly, meditating to keep their minds sharp.
Gu Lin had already opened his eyes, perked up his ears, listening carefully to any movements outside.
They heard Zhang Yuan's footsteps, heard the restroom door being pushed open, heard...
Buzz!
A buzzing sound came from nowhere?
"Damn!"
Gu Lin's face instantly froze, leaping up from the camp bed, dashing out of the office!
Behind him, Master Chong and Bai Mo also jumped up and rushed out the door!
Did something go wrong?
