Far away from the factory, Zhu Ding handed the suitcase to a middle-aged man in a professional suit beside him and said. "Here. Take it away."
The middle-aged man checked the content in the suitcase briefly. He took the hard disk out and connected it to his laptop. A moment later, a frown appeared on his face as he said. "There's something wrong with this data. Are you sure this is the real Project Eve?"
Zhu Ding's brows raised slightly. He turned to look at two soldiers that brought the suitcase out of the factory earlier. "What's going on?"
The two soldiers looked at each other and shook their heads. "This is what we got from the scientist named Donkey. We have confirmed with the data you gave, and there was nothing wrong with it."
The middle-aged man interjected. "No. You come to look at this." He walked toward the two soldiers and pointed at a messy formula on the screen. "Did you see it? These little numbers here are wrong."