"Miss, please call Su Ping again. I really need to talk to him about sothing."
"Sir, you’ve heard from the assistant of that guest, haven’t you? The guest is in ditation and absolutely cannot be interrupted. Can you co back in half an hour?"
Or since you know the guest, you could call his private number."
The receptionist looked helplessly at this person; those who could enter the Dragon Dynasty weren’t people a re receptionist could afford to offend.
But sotis, there was no other way.
Indeed, the visitor wasn’t anyone else but Huang Tianbing, looking weary with dark circles under his eyes.
Huang Tianbing sighed helplessly because he realized he didn’t have Su Ping’s new phone number.
To contact Su Ping, he had to go through the Qintian Monitor’s backend, but Su Ping hadn’t surfaced there for a long ti. He had actually co over yesterday, but Su Ping was out.
He made a special trip early today, only to run into this situation.
No choice but to wait.
Huang Tianbing returned to a seat in the reception hall, genuinely waiting, which surprised Chen Zhan slightly as he walked in.
This person holds a key position, although only Emperor Level, and is highly important as the Chief Supervisor of Qintian Monitor. Is he here to see Su Ping too?
This hick breeder from Jianghai is quite sought after?
"Hello, Director Huang."
He greeted with a smile.
"Hello, you are...?"
"I’m Chen Zhan, Chen Siming is my father, Chen Lifeng is my grandfather."
Chen Zhan introduced himself.
Huang Tianbing was slightly surprised, then, after running the nas swiftly through his busy mind, he realized:
"Oh, you’re Old Chen’s great-grandson. How is Saint Yuan’s health?"
"Thanks to you, he’s doing well. Are you here to see Su Ping too?"
"Yes? You are too? That’s great. Do you have Su Ping’s phone number? Call him quickly, I need to ask him for help..."
Huang Tianbing was delighted, standing up eagerly and looking at Chen Zhan.
The latter felt slightly embarrassed:
"Uh..."
Then he glanced at the two beside him, Yan Fan quickly responded:
"We don’t have it either..."
Huang Tianbing sat back down and couldn’t be bothered with this Chen family kid anymore.
Chen Zhan felt speechless too, but he thought for a mont and said:
"Then you sit here while I ask the receptionist to call Su Ping?"
"Mm, go ahead, go ahead."
However, as Chen Zhan started to move, the door behind him was pushed open again. Two figures quickly walked in, ignoring the others present, heading directly to the reception.
Each step sounded like armored bodies clashing with tal:
"Hello, is Breeder Su Ping here today? Please notify him..."
The voice sounded eerily electronic.
Clearly, the na Su Ping not only made Chen Zhan look at those two familiar yet unknown figures in confusion but also made Huang Tianbing turn his head.
Then, despite his fatigue, the self-reserved Lord Jianzheng’s eyes turned red in excitent as he darted forward:
"President Wu, Mad Saint, why are you here? Didn’t your assistant say you were on a business trip to Ximo Province?"
The strange figure at the center turned around.
A horrifyingly chanical face appeared in everyone’s sight.
The face was a blend of tal and lines.
Even a chanical eye emitted infrared rays, looking at the approaching Huang Tianbing.
Chen Zhan straightened his back, instantly recognizing the person he turned to see.
The chanics Association’s President, Holy Spirit Level chanical Beastmaster, Wu Kuang.
Nicknad Mad Saint.
Is he visiting Su Ping too?
Facing Huang Tianbing, Wu Kuang hesitated slightly before responding:
"Didn’t I just co back?"
"Back..."
"Little Huang, I’ve heard about your issue too. The Space Shatterer is really tight at the mont...
I have so business today and rushed back from Ximo Province specifically for that. Next ti, shall we discuss this at the association office?"
"You as well..."
Huang Tianbing pursed his lips and nodded: "Please, go ahead."
Then, returning to his seat, he stared at the reception.
Sure enough, under his keen gaze, the receptionist dialed the phone again.
Then, in the phone, the cold voice of the female assistant ca again:
"I said, Breeder Su Ping is in ditation, no one can disturb him, whoever it is!"
"Wait, isn’t that Long’er? When executing the mission back then, I picked you guys up once!
Who am I? I’m Wu Kuang! Yes, yes, oh yes, I do have sothing urgent. How long will it take? Not sure? Please... "
In Huang Tianbing’s schadenfreude gaze, watching Mad Saint, who had previously spoken formally to him, now looked helpless over the phone, he couldn’t help but smile.
"Still no? Breeder Su Ping is ditating, no one can disturb him, no matter who cos? Long’er, haven’t I been inactive for a while, making you bold? Who said this? Just because Breeder Su Ping is ditating doesn’t an it’s deep research.
Why can’t he be disturbed? Who said that? Believe it or not, I’ll summon the Sky-Dominating War Machine to drag him on a space ride? Goddamn it, did Leng Ao say this?"
The phone hung up, Wu Kuang listened to the dial tone and was left dumbfounded.
Aside, Huang Tianbing grinningly asked:
"Mad Saint, President Wu, what do you say?"
Wu Kuang pursed his lips, looked at Huang Tianbing, and couldn’t be bothered to reply.
He even considered giving him a slap with a chanical arm.
The reason was simple, Long’er on the other end rely replied calmly:
’This is instructed by Lord Holy Dragon. Besides, Mad Saint, I will relay your words verbatim to Lord Holy Dragon.’
Thinking of this, Wu Kuang couldn’t help but slap himself with that chanical arm.
Nearby, Chen Zhan and the other three remained silent.
Until Yan Fan glanced at the silent Chen Zhan:
"Ahem, Brother Chen, are we still making the call?"
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