C37 A God Who Can't Think Straight

While Gu Beichuan was deep in thought, his phone vibrated. A message appeared on the screen.

The information was incomplete and a few words could be seen — internal card, number ID1227, number ID1127. All the personnel information was registered to one person, and the details were sent to the mailbox.

"Heh …" Gu Beichuan chuckled.

So it's you!

A swordsman with long black hair and golden hair