As the medical staff pushed the unconscious Number 001 into the ward, Byron Johnson and Logan Johnson paused in the hallway for a moment.
The two exchanged a glance.
Byron Johnson continued walking without pause, turning his head to leave.
Watching his back, Logan Johnson followed, "Second brother, where are you going?"
"Going back to sleep." Byron Johnson didn't look back, striding quickly and steadily towards the elevator.
Logan Johnson's steps halted, he turned his head and glanced towards the ward, his expression complex.
Since he couldn't take Number 001 to the lab, staying here was of no use now.
This matter would have to be dealt with later.
Realizing this, Logan Johnson pursed his lips, glancing at his trusted subordinate, "Add a few more people to keep watch, and don't let her have any more accidents."
Carl Anderson lowered his head, "Yes, sir."
A few minutes later.
In the corridor on this floor, besides a few more uniformed thugs, everything was back to quiet.