By the time professor Bai rushed into the conference room, Xue Jia had already disappeared.
To be more precise, the oil painting no longer had the feeling of "living," and it had become a real oil painting.
The hunters threw the portrait to the corner of the wall and ignored him. Instead, they formed a circle and looked at Lu Xin expectantly.
At this moment, Lu Xin couldn't care less about them.
Professor Bai rushed into the meeting room and glanced at the oil painting. He was immediately upset and anxious. Almost at the same time, the sound of rapid footsteps came from the corridor. Department head Shen and Mr. Su also came into the conference room. Unexpectedly, not only them, but the researchers from qinggang also came. Several other gloomy-looking men also appeared.
It was obvious that they had already found out about what had just happened through various channels.
At this moment, everyone's heart was very anxious and they were under great pressure.