Jiang Chen looked at the person who suddenly appeared on the screen, turned his head and looked at Lu Fan.
"Lu Fan, step out for a minute."
"But..."
"It's okay, just going to chat with an 'old friend'."
Although still worried, Lu Fan loyally followed Jiang Chen's order.
He put away his pistol, put on the power armor, and left the room with the other two guards.
Yao Yao looked around the room and thought she probably could not help either. So she put the no longer functioning tablet on the table and obediently left the room.
Behind the closed door, the room was quiet. Other than the explosions in the distance, there was no other sound.
After a long silence, the person on the screen spoke.
"I was surprised that you used the word friend."
"It seems that you haven't made any progress after so many years," Jiang Chen sighed. "The words that are spoken with emphasis often mean the opposite."
