The tone of Yang Fengdian was somewhat smug.
Moments later, the doors of the laboratory opened like a mouth, with each triangular tooth causing a chilling sensation.
A tall and thin figure in a white coat appeared behind the door, casting a sharp gaze over the two of them.
It had the head of a goat, covered in thick black fur, with only its pair of hands being standard human hands—long and fair enough to make any hand enthusiast scream.
Yang Fengdian's white coat was stained with some green liquid and red blood, appearing fresh, suggesting its claim of being busy wasn't just an excuse.
"The laboratory isn't convenient for conversation, let's go back to my office first."
Yang Fengdian said stiffly,
"No hurry, some things are better discussed here."
Liu Zheng suddenly interjected.
"Ah!"
Hu Tutu shrieked as if noticing him for the first time, then turned into a shadowy fox and darted to a distant spot.
"Who are you? When did you hide behind me?"
