"Copy all the memory content about that novel..." Marshal Gu glanced coldly at Gu Ningxuan, who was lying on the operating table showing signs of waking up, and continued, "Before he fully wakes up..."
That novel... the description of the Insect Race... was too advanced... and it was written by that woman named Su Jiameng... Marshal Gu was secretly analyzing these few resources and information. Just as he was lost in thought, a chilly gust of wind hit the back of his neck.
He barely dodged this inexplicable sneak attack when his collar was suddenly grabbed, his back slammed against the cold, hard wall, causing a painful jolt. Calming down, he took a closer look and found that the face identical to his own was filled with anger, eyes burning with fury, "What are you doing?"
