Park Yongchul put on a thick cotton jacket and was taken outside the prison by Xu Yang.
Looking at Xin City covered in blizzards, the view in front of him was almost completely dark; the sky was shrouded in oppressive gloom, with only some white lights streaking through the air.
"Are those shuttle machines?" Park Yongchul listened to their faint roaring with his weak hearing.
"Machines sent by Nestor Corporation, transporting supplies between regions, providing rescue and aid," Xu Yang replied.
"What? Nestor Corporation...? A security enterprise? Truly, I must thank you, going to such great lengths to help us. It must have been quite difficult to deliver so many drones," Park Yongchul marveled.
His impression remained in the early days of Nestor Corporation's inception.
"By the way, let me update you on the current global situation—Nestor Corporation is very powerful now."
