"Boss, there's been an incident!" Researcher A said with a grave expression, "The remaining young Martial Artists still haven't returned!"
Dr. Chen was very calm at this moment: "What's the rush, didn't the Divine Lord say everything is under control?"
Researcher A was sweating profusely.
This batch of Martial Artists represents the absolute best of the Federation's generation, and each one has a powerful backing.
If anything were really to go wrong, would that bunch dare to trouble a few Divine Lords? In the end, they would be the scapegoats.
"Little A, tell me, if the Divine Lords are planning to take power, what should the official stance of the Federation be?"
Dr. Chen asked nonchalantly.
His gaze appeared to be on the various data in front of him, but it lacked focus. His fingers lightly tapped on the table surface, a small habit he had when deep in thought.
Each tap represented a node in the thought process.
