Chapter 421: Biohazard

In a secluded quadrangle somewhere within a military restricted area in Beijing, an old man and a young man were seated in the living room. The old man's presence commanded respect without anger, his still robust frame sitting upright and quietly, his gaze kind yet emitting an intangible aura of decisiveness typical of a superior. He was Mr. Li, the highest authority of National Blade, and sitting respectfully across from him was Wu Jin, the captain of the National Blade Special Combat Team, who had been summoned. His firm eyes were tinged with red, clearly indicating a lack of rest.

"How is the situation?" Mr. Li asked indifferently, yet with an unquestionable dignity.