Otherwise, she wouldn’t know how long this would be delayed. "Disappeared?" Yang Zhiqi also became serious. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⁂𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⁂𝓷𝓮𝓽 "Yes. Our manpower over there is already insufficient, making it difficult to investigate further, but my instincts tell me this ASK Research Institute has serious issues. In terms of experiments, find a few insiders to look into it. I confiscated a few of their research topics." When it came to confiscating things , Meng Xinian’s face remained unchanged. Yang Zhiqi raised an eyebrow, "You cunning kid, you didn’t leave any loose ends?" Their job was to protect people publicly, but taking someone’s research content could never be disclosed. Anyone else might not dare do it, but Tyrant Meng was truly fearless. What if it’s a significant scientific achievement? Still, since they confiscated it, they can’t ignore it, can they? Yang Zhiqi couldn’t believe they would. "You think I’d leave any loose ends when I handle things?" "Alright, alright, Great Officer Meng, you’re impressive." Meng Xinian had a naturally impressive demeanor, paused for a moment, then continued, "There’s another person you should investigate for me." "Don’t know the name, a Chinese, aged between thirty and forty, has excellent shooting skills, known as Second Master." "Yes," Meng Xinian thought for a moment, then said, "In a few days, I can bring you his portrait." He remembered Little had also seen that person, so when Little returns, she can draw the portrait, ensuring it looks just like him. "Alright, let’s talk when you bring the portrait back. What about Jun Weichi?" "A bit startled these days, now sent to the hospital, leave the rest to someone else." Since they successfully brought Jun Weichi back unharmed, their mission was considered complete. They couldn’t possibly be Jun Weichi’s bodyguards once he became a professor at Capital City University, right? "Alright, understood." "If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back to the dormitory first." Meng Xinian saluted and turned to leave, but Yang Zhiqi stopped him. "You weren’t injured, were you?" Meng Xinian paused for a moment, didn’t answer, and opened the door to leave. Yang Zhiqi looked at the closed door and couldn’t help but curse. "That cunning kid must be injured." Meng Xinian returned to his dormitory, with Old Meng Di following. "Grandpa, sit for a while, I need to take a shower first." Meng Xinian said, opening the closet, took out clothes, and turned to enter the bathroom. He closed the bathroom door and locked it. Meng Xinian took off his clothes, revealing a large patch of bruising on his lower back, some areas had three colors, extremely dark, purple, with redness and swelling. He always maintained a straight posture, and only now did he finally relax completely. But he was long accustomed to silently enduring such pain alone. Took off his trousers, his calves also had large patches of bruising. And a small wound that had stopped bleeding. He showered, applied medication, waited a while for the smell to dissipate, then dressed and left the bathroom. Old Meng eyed him up and down, "Are you injured anywhere?" "No," Meng Xinian picked up the hot kettle, "I’m going to fetch some hot water." Seeing his still straight back and seemingly normal movements, Old Meng finally relaxed. Looks like he’s really not injured. He saw two cans of tea leaves on Meng Xinian’s desk, and a white porcelain cup with patterns.