บท 1630: The Next One to Die in Ye Feng's Hands

At the same time, on the outskirts of Fog City, there was a university with a wonderful park-like ecological environment.

In the director's office of the famous Layford Institute for Life Sciences.

A very graceful figure turned and handed a document to an old man in a doctor's uniform.

"Teacher, there's new movement from the person you asked me to pay attention to."

The old man looked to be in his fifties or sixties. He was originally flipping through a document that seemed quite old.

He immediately stopped and looked at this graceful figure. "Ye Feng?"

"Yes." The woman with the graceful figure smiled charmingly and naturally sat on the old man.

Then, under the old man's interested gaze, she took out a photo from inside her exaggerated cleavage.

"This picture was taken by a friend who works at the Fog City International Airport at 3:05 this afternoon."

"Ye Feng and a Chinese woman got off a flight from Jiangzuo to Fog City."