Feng City.
Electronic Information Room.
Tang Fei sat down in front of Mo Qingfeng, looking at the untouched coffee on the table, smiling as he asked, "What? Not used to coffee? Want me to get you a cup of tea instead?"
"Cola's fine too, I love cola. It has sugar and fizz, drinking it is so satisfying. And if you can burp it out... oh my, that feeling is just wonderful."
"No need." Mo Qingfeng refused, speaking up, "I know what you're trying to do, and I can tell you clearly... it's impossible."
"Oh? You know what I'm trying to do?" Tang Fei asked.
"With the war approaching, you want me to help take down the Brocade City's Defensive Shield." Mo Qingfeng looked at Tang Fei with hostility, accusingly saying.
Does he take me for an idiot?
To ask such a foolish question.
Standing behind Tang Fei, Lu Siyu couldn't help but hold her forehead.
Mo Qingfeng was a mechanical genius of the Mo Family's younger generation, an information warfare expert who could rival herself.
