Thinking about this, he took a cup and made a five-dollar cup of coffee, saying in a plain tone, "Please have some coffee."
Number 24 snapped back to reality. The phrase "Please have some coffee" seemed like a command from high above, persistently echoing in his mind, wave after wave, creating immense pressure.
In the face of this mounting pressure, his body moved uncontrollably, his arm inching forward, picking up the cup, and sipping the coffee.
It was sweet and tasted good, resonating faintly with a hint of spiritual essence.
Unconsciously, his spirits seemed to relax.
Seeing Professor Jin calm down, Wang Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief and softly said,
"Professor, if nothing goes wrong, the next two or three decades on Earth will be very chaotic. The Black-clothed Guard, as an important Supernatural Organization, won't be able to keep itself aloof either."
