"Is everything going smoothly?" The group leader waiting outside saw Gao Ming, stubbed out his cigarette, and walked over quickly.
"Too smoothly, in fact, to the point where it feels unreal to me." Gao Ming glanced at Jing Tashen indifferently, words he left unsaid in the bunker. The five people sitting around the conference table together were equivalent to the directors of the Investigation Bureau. It seemed like they had known he would come and didn't let Gao Ming enter Hope New City; they directly brought him into the underground laboratory.
Although they seemed very sincere, showing Gao Ming the most core secrets, voluntarily revealing the true forms of the directors and another Dream Ghost hidden in the shredded meat, leaving no faults to pick, they still underestimated the perceptual abilities of the Flesh Ghost God.
