But if all those situations he dreamed about were related to himself, or to the people around him, what meaning would that have for them?
Besides, since they already had such formidable high technology, couldn't they do something else instead? What use was there in researching dreams like Jiang Shiheng's?
No matter how she thought about it, Jiang Xiao just couldn't figure it out.
"Are you done asking?"
Meng Xinian looked at Jiang Xiao.
Jiang Xiao nodded.
The next second, Meng Xinian swung a vicious kick straight at Dai Zhongwen.
This time, the force of his kick was much greater than the one before.
Dai Zhongwen, chair and all, was sent flying by the kick. When he crashed to the ground, his body smashed the chair apart with a bang.
Lying on a pile of splintered wood, Dai Zhongwen coughed up a mouthful of blood and immediately passed out.
From that one kick, it was obvious he was already badly injured.
