From the Heavy Metal Research Institute back to the manor headquarters of Night King Hall, one must pass through the urban area of Jiangcheng.
Ye Xuong drove the car, slowly cruising along the city roads…
However, while the traffic was smooth on the way there, the return trip encountered a massive traffic jam!
Ye Xuong couldn't help but joke to himself, "Boss, if the two of us used Qinggong to get here, we wouldn't be facing this mess now!"
Ye Tian knew Ye Xuong was just joking, so he didn't bother to respond…
In Ye Tian's heart, he was still preoccupied with the small gold medal compressed by immense strength!
Ye Tian stared intently at the gold medal in his hand. Though the medal was small, compressing its molecules into an oval shape was an arduous task—
Much harder than simply destroying the medal!
Seeing Ye Tian in low spirits, Ye Xuong did not continue talking. The current road conditions weren't good, so he could only proceed slowly.
