The liquid brought back from the previous mission was said to be very important, but neither the intelligence division nor the medical department had reached any conclusions yet. Feitao knew nothing about such matters, so she could only figure that this must be the work of some mad scientist.
Ah! Sorting through files was absolute torture for Feitao. After finally managing to organize that pile of junk paperwork, she felt practically like a useless peach, and she could finally go home to sleep.
"Good afternoon, Feitao-chan."
Chapter 131