"If you're willing to trust my judgment, then we should get to work."
Meanwhile, Rong Qiyue led his people over to the Black Notebook and smiled. "Of course, the Mother Body Divine Tree's contamination is not to be underestimated."
"You can also choose to open the notebook and take a look, or ask the Disaster Management Bureau's experts to come over and make their own assessment!"
"..."
Facing Rong Qiyue's arrogant gaze, the Drunk Investigator simply nodded with a smile.
"We're not so arrogant as to doubt Doctor Rong's judgment!"
"..."
This brainless, ignorant arrogance was exactly what he expected from an inheritor of the Secret School.
Although he said all the right things, he still dutifully stepped forward and slowly opened the notebook. After glancing through a few pages, his expression darkened slightly. He backed away several steps and said in a low voice, "It is indeed contamination from the Mother Body Divine Tree. Doctor Rong's judgment was correct!"
"..."
Everyone's expressions turned grave. Ms. Red Trench Coat, Night Lamp, and Green Hat each stepped back seven paces and took up positions in three different directions.
Three people to block, one to seal—that was the Disaster Management Bureau's standard procedure.
The strongest person would handle the sealing while the others held the blockade.
The Drunkard naturally understood the arrangement, but despite his outward composure, he couldn't help feeling uneasy.
He had already taken two steps forward, but then suddenly turned around and said to Red Trench Coat, "Ms. Red Trench Coat, could you handle the sealing? I'll take the blockade position for you. How does that sound?"
Ms. Red Trench Coat shot him a cold glance and said nothing.
Taking the lead in the sealing now would earn her credit, but after what had happened to her assistant, she