At the entrance to the laboratory, Zhang Liang stood in a black outfit, appearing like a spear planted firmly on the ground. Even Princess Jiu wouldn't dare underestimate him.
Qin'er, Zhu'er, and Bei Qianxun instinctively straightened their backs, as if they had seen a fierce tiger. This was the aura that Zhang Liang had cultivated through months of battles, honed by the lives of countless bandits!
"Zhang Liang, you must be tired!"
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