"Ha ha ha ha! What a wet-behind-the-ears little kid!"
"Hey, He Dong, don't talk nonsense. I know him, the world's richest man Fang Jueyu. He was even making waves in the scientific community a while back!"
"No way! Did he buy the title of consultant?"
"I don't think so. Isn't his side job doing research? Maybe he's here to study our bodies?"
One voice after another, everyone except for Hu Yi, who was standing in the front, mocked and ridiculed Fang Jueyu. Their aim was to discourage Fang Jueyu, as they longed for a life without management and constraints.
"It seems even more chaotic than I imagined," Fang Jueyu shook his head. He had thought the Ancient Martial Artists were already a mess, but the superpower users were no better. It seemed that their acceptance of state control relied solely on the suppression by peak martial power.
