Professor Zhang shook his head, "There's no sample now, just a bit of residual liquid, and Lin Mu brought this over."
"So that's how it is." Iron Hand nodded, glanced at Lin Mu, and said nothing more.
"Professor Zhang, since that's the case, I have nothing else to do, so I'll take my leave. If there's any news, just give me a call." Lin Mu stood up and said. For some reason, just seeing Iron Hand's face made him feel disgusted, like swallowing a fly. Since he'd already secretly taught him a lesson, there was no need to look at his face anymore. That heavy-handed move just now probably left him seriously injured, and he wouldn't recover for ten days or so.
"Okay, I'll notify you as soon as I have news." Professor Zhang stood up and shook hands with Lin Mu.
After bidding farewell to Professor Zhang, Lin Mu and Man Luo went downstairs. As they were leaving, the guard saluted Lin Mu solemnly.
