The Office Storm of Hiding and Surprise Attack

The office was spacious and bright. Afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds, cutting alternating bands of light and shadow across the pale floor.

By the window stood Agnes Tachyon's signature experiment bench, neatly arranged with various instruments, test tube racks, and tablets for recording data. The whiteboard beside it was covered in complex formulas and graphs.

On the other side was Daiwa Scarlet's desk, its documents meticulously sorted into categories. Beside it stood several bookcases packed with professional books and physical fitness data analysis reports.

At the very back was Anjing Zhen's large desk. Besides a computer and multi-tiered file trays, it was scattered with race maps and draft training schedules.

In the center, four square tables had been pushed together to form a conference table, with several blank sheets of paper still lying on top.

On the wall opposite the desks hung the projector screen used for meetings. Beside it was a large movable whiteboard, which still seemed to bear a few marks from the last tactical discussion.

A corner of the room held soft cushions for relaxation and a small refrigerator.

Everything remained just as it had been when the team members left: neat, orderly, and filled with the atmosphere of work.

As she studied the silent office, Gold Ship suddenly frowned, rubbing her chin as she murmured thoughtfully, "Wait a second, Little Kita."

She looked at Kitasan Black. "You said you wanted us to help you sneak in—well, confirm Trainer Yasui's situation. But are you sure—he'll come here now?"

Kitasan Black: "?—!!!"

She froze. Her crimson eyes abruptly widened, and she raised a hand to smack her forehead hard. "Oh no! I-I was so worried, I just thought that if A-Zhen wasn't at the training grounds at this time, he'd probably be handling business in the office,