After Mr. Wang fled—more accurately, escaped—from Lu Xiaobu's side, he went straight to the headquarters of this base.
The base wasn't entirely under his control; he was just one of the leaders, so to speak.
As he walked in, he saw another person sitting there, about thirty years old, looking ordinary. But the more you observed, the more you noticed the depth in his eyes.
There's a term that might describe this kind of person—great wisdom often appears foolish!
Or perhaps, a return to simplicity!
"Elder Yu, how about it? I've managed to coax Lu Xiaobu over here!" Mr. Wang said proudly.
However, the way he addressed him sounded rather unusual.
Mr. Wang, at his age, was actually calling this middle-aged man Elder Yu.
Clearly, Mr. Wang regarded him as a peer.
"Is what you're doing appropriate?" Elder Yu asked indifferently, his gaze fixed on the monitor in front of him.
It was a surveillance feed, and Lu Xiaobu appeared on it.
"What's inappropriate about it?"
