C782 A Guy with a Disciple and No Humanity

In the headphones.

The mechanical female voice repeated the instructions.

In the box, the earpiece and the data line were quietly lying at the back of the box.

Di Shitian sat back on the black leather chair with a smile on his face.

There were no more than three people in the world who could make this kind of thing. Among these three people, one had long passed away