The next day.
Zhong Shenxiu opened the door to the security room and saw a group of bloodshot eyes that seemed to belong to people who hadn't slept all night, waiting in the hall.
He smiled and said, "Everyone else may leave, except for Chu He, Han Bingjie, and Yue Shan… stay."
Although it was just a smiling suggestion, no one dared to disobey this sentence.
Wu Qi moved his lips, wanting to say something, but he was directly pulled away by Murong Hong beside him.
"The research isn't urgent; we can wait for the results,"
Chu He reassured.
Although, for them, being one day late could mean a life.
"No, the results are already out,"
Zhong Shenxiu casually tossed a cigarette-box-sized black wooden box to Chu He.
"What?"
Chu He fumbled to catch the wooden box, obviously surprised.
Not only had the research yielded results in just one night, but there was also a physical product?
How could that be possible?
"Is this… coffin wood?"
