The New Year's Eve dinner was held in a large hall, not too far from the alley where the elderly lived. In just over ten minutes, Mr. Zhou and Zhang Menglong had reached Academician Qian Miao's residence.
"Why are there so many people?" These elders generally preferred quietness, yet the entry was bustling today. On their clothing, Zhang Menglong saw the familiar emblems of the Longxia Special Operations Team, and he even sensed that many psychics had gathered here.
"There are even several god-level psychics?" Zhang Menglong casually scanned the area and even detected an energy almost reaching the status of a god-level psychic. "Could it be Meng Tianhe, the chief commander of Longxia?"
