Almost simultaneously with Yin Kuang enduring the immense pain caused by the G-virus, a scene related to the G-virus was unfolding within the temporary camp protecting the company.
Aikenford, his face contorted in a grimace, pushed his wheelchair to Isaacs, slamming a stack of papers in front of him. "This is the preliminary analysis data on that small cup of black dog blood..." he said.
Isaacs's eyes suddenly brightened. He snatched the stack of papers away forcefully. "Oh, thank you, dear Dr. Aikenford. You see, our cooperation is still very smooth. I need this right now!"
Having said that, Isaacs ignored Aikenford, sat down, and carefully examined the documents, turning each page one by one, even softly pronouncing a few technical terms in English. Gradually, the more he turned the p
