Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 619 - 320: Warehouse Sweeping Monk, Your Act Isn’t as Smooth as Dean’s (End of Month Plea for Votes)_3

Brian wasn’t doing it to please the other person.

It was just a matter of spending some words.

His flattery flowed smoothly, and words cost nothing, so he took it as practice.

A person might not be pleased by flattery directed at themselves, but when you flatter someone they like, even if they don’t admit it openly, inwardly they are somewhat pleased.

Old Bush was such a person.

After listening to Brian’s flattery, his businesslike face became noticeably friendlier, "Yes, he likes some dangerous sports, I often worry about his safety, the more I forbid him, the more rebellious he becomes, we haven’t met for a long time.."

Old Bush sighed, pressed his palm against the wall and made a pushing motion.

The next moment.

The seamless metal wall suddenly rippled like water waves, split in two, following the previous circle of light and revealing a dark passageway.

"Come in."

After Old Bush spoke, he walked in alone.

As he entered.

Soft rays of light fell on him, eventually breaking into tiny points of light that blended into the surrounding dark walls.

Other than that, the aesthetic of the designer who constructed this place is really top-notch!

He showcased the sci-fi beauty inherent in the technology wonderfully.

And the metal wall, displaying the sensory texture of water, was also quite magical.

After looking around for a while, Brian followed into the dark passageway.

The same scene emerged.

This light must be some kind of detection system.

Brian had seen similar methods before in the surveillance where the Mutants were detained.

When the lights disappeared.

The entrance behind him also vanished.

Following the scattered points of light, Brian quickened his steps and caught up with Old Bush.

Just a wall apart, ten meters away.

As soon as he got closer, Brian’s heart uncontrollably began to pound violently.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he abruptly stopped, staring at Old Bush’s back.

The previously slightly stooped back had straightened up; the pale hair had turned into a deep black—not just black, but a multicolored black akin to Crow feathers!

It seemed that Old Bush had sensed Brian’s movement.

Old Bush stopped and turned his head to look.

His once old face had, at some unknown point, rejuvenated into an attractive young white man with dark eyes.

He smiled at Brian, "Don’t be afraid, I’m just curious why those three old dogs treat you so seriously. Even that T-Rex hiding on the island wouldn’t get this treatment from them. Can you tell me why?"

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Three old dogs...

Brian wasn’t foolish; he knew he was referring to the three founders of the NW organization.

Moreover, the indifferent demeanor when speaking of Dean, including the body transformation that even he hadn’t noticed, all pointed to this Old Bush’s extraordinary nature.

Seeing him not speaking, Old Bush didn’t mind.

He extended his palm, "Don’t resist, I’ll take you to my resting room."

As he finished speaking, a familiar formless force enveloped Brian’s body.

Brian was startled.

Was this the Life Magnetism unique to Third Rank Life?

Wow, really a monk sweeping the storage room.

The other person was actually a Third Rank Life!

The next moment.

Old Bush turned into an afterimage and disappeared from Brian’s view.

Left standing there, Brian murmured, "Brother, your act isn’t as smooth as Dean’s."