40 days later.
11 p.m.
In the Tiger Soul Research Institute, a private plane flying to Twilight City set off.
At this time, Feng Qi was not asleep yet.
This was because the first step of the owner of the fog's plan to destroy the Scarlet Research Institute had officially begun.
At this moment, he was sitting on the sofa in the room. He took out his cell phone and called the Scarlet Research Institute.
After waiting for a long time, the call went through.
A familiar voice came from the other end of the line.
"Why aren't you asleep yet? Don't you know that you'll go bald from staying up late?"
"Fog just left. I want to update you."
"Wait a moment, I'll record it."
The sound of clothes being put on came from the other end of the phone, followed right on the heels of hurried footsteps.
About five minutes later, Wei Wei's voice sounded again.
"You can tell me now."