At this moment, flipping through the most crucial Medicine No. 8 document, Bai Mo read and thought, and from Medicine No. 8, he speculated on the overall project, formulating an opinion in his heart, his expression becoming peculiar.
"Su Yaoyao's promotion, with the aid of these drugs... might be somewhat arduous.
"But the risk is at most ten percent, how could it be as dangerous as she boasts!"
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Whirr...
At dusk, the car drove into the North Suburb Base.
Through the car window, one could see the small buildings on the base's perimeter, already lit up and bustling. Occasionally, official vehicles carrying Immortal Technique Committee members came and went.
Inside the car, Su Yaoyao and Bai Mo sat side by side, sometimes speaking, explaining this new base.
Sitting in the back, Su Yaoyao was in the driver's blind spot, surreptitiously holding Bai Mo's hand as if accustomed to this.
"Now the North Suburb Base is divided into three circles.
