The elevator "dinged" to a halt.
Li Pan adjusted his breathing, straightened his suit, tied his shoelaces tightly, unbuttoned his cuffs, and prepared to fight his way out of the Tower of Night, through the encirclement of the big five companies and the positive electron cannon.
Then the elevator doors opened, revealing the sign for the Science Ethics Committee, and an old man with a beard in a white lab coat stood at the entrance, adjusting his glasses and extending his hand.
"We meet again, Manager Li."
"Dr. Nimitz, what a coincidence. Oh, you're working overtime, I presume."
Seeing it was Dr. Nimitz, who had once saved his life, Li Pan also restrained his killing intent and shook hands with him politely.
"This time I came specifically for you, let's talk about those SMS machines first, please come in."
Dr. Nimitz was also that kind of steel-willed engineer, who went straight to the point.