If one were to assume the worst intentions, was the situation truly orchestrated through deliberate misinformation? But then what would be the purpose?
At Transcendent Laboratory, Fu Qian, focusing on a detail that should have been overlooked, asked a rather profound question.
In fact, as soon as he posed the question, a not quite answer had already emerged in his mind.
As previously mentioned, a task that was supposed to be Transcendent but lacked it, likely indicated a looming major crisis…
During his contemplation, Fu Qian tapped his fingers lightly on the safe.
To his satisfaction, a few seconds later a somewhat frantic scratching sound ensued.
Indeed, it was there.
Without hesitation, Fu Qian deftly operated the safe.
A slightly low moan followed.
The disturbed Henry was clearly in a bad mood; he burst out from a small opening in the door and was immediately and firmly grasped by the neck.
"Hello there."