The freight elevator doors closed, and the space became dim and cramped. Tang Li's face could no longer be seen clearly, but the sounds he made—including his voice and the knocking—became more muffled and heavy, carrying an especially oppressive force.
Whether Mei Zhu or Ang Tun, neither deputy director was someone who could be easily swayed by words. Yet in this situation, they could not help but wonder and imagine:
Perhaps behind this metal wall was indeed irrefutable evidence that the Giantwood Consortium had entered that so-called "Blue Sea"?
Was this new director, so utterly out of place among them, truly a High-Level Loyal Dog carrying out a secret mission for the Reclamation Corps, using the District High-Energy Center as cover to investigate a case?
But why would that be necessary?
As the two men's thoughts churned, Tang Li gestured to Long Bei. "Open the door."
Cold sweat had already broken out on Long Bei's forehead. "I-I don't know the password, or have the authorization..."
After a pause, he hurriedly added, "The elevators to the fourth floor underground and Fifth Floor Underground are at the other end. Maybe we can go underground first."
None of the big shots spoke. At last, Wang Peilie got a chance to say something serious. "Then are you sure the fourth floor underground and Fifth Floor Underground are open?"
Long Bei's scalp went numb, but he could only tell the truth. "I'm not sure. Whenever I came here before, I'd never seen it locked. I didn't even know there was another door here. As for the Fifth Floor Underground... I don't know either."
Compared to discussing the Reclamation Corps' governing logic, Ang Tun would rather deal with this practical issue. He had seen plenty, and after taking a few more looks, he understood what was