"Eighth Research Institute…" Jiang Baimian repeated the term in a low voice. Clearly, she had never heard of such an organization.
Bai Chen, Shang Jianyao, and Long Yuehong were the same. The gazes they directed at Qiao Chu had even greater hints of admiration.
Great strength with a mysterious background had always been an element that effectively left people infatuated.
The helmeted Jiang Baimian's lips quivered as if she was organizing her words. She wanted to ask about the Eighth Research Institute's location, which technology it had inherited, its relationship with the Old World, and why it had sent a commissioner to this city ruin deep in the Great Swamp.
Without waiting for her to speak, Qiao Chu turned around and walked to the right, leaving behind a light sentence. "Remove your exoskeleton and conserve electricity."
"Alright." Jiang Baimian agreed immediately.