"Yep." Mu Anan answered Jiang Qin absentmindedly.
She waited for Dr. Gu to continue sending her follow-up messages, but she did not receive them. So she asked again.
Zong Qi: "And then?"
Dr. Gu, "The entire building has become a slaughterhouse."
After sending this message, Dr. Gu sent another picture.
Mu Anan clicked on it and it was a profile picture of a man.
The man's face was cold and his profile was tense. His right hand was pulling his tie impatiently.
The photo was a little blurry, but the man's aura was too unique. It was the kind of sharpness that made people involuntarily fear him even through the photo.
There was even a sense that if the man turned around, the person looking at the photo immediately fell to his knees to apologize to him.
There was no one else who could have such an aura other than Seventh Master.
"Zong Qi, are you listening to me?"