"Abigail!" Reid's eyes widened. He stared at her as if he no longer recognized his superior, then hurriedly coughed twice. "—"
"—That's not something we should be saying."
"Don't worry. Since I dared to show off my ability, I naturally have a way to make sure the Organization can't catch him," Chen Xuan said with absolute confidence.
Because he did not have such a "friend" at all.
But to Honglian, those words took on another meaning.
The World Mind was a collective of ability consciousnesses, an existence on a higher level. How could the Organization possibly catch it?
"I completely understand your plan now." Abigail rose from the sofa and instructed her still-dazed adjutant, "Reid, let's return to the Organization."
"Honglian and I will wait here for your good news," Chen Xuan said as he saw them out.
The New City Branch was located on the fourteenth floor of the Condé Nast Building.
The moment one stepped through its doors, the shape of power and wealth became immediately apparent: armed security guards standing before the metal detectors, receptionists greeting owners with smiling faces, gleaming marble floors, and lavish decor that seemed to carry the scent of money. Everyone who walked through this place unconsciously held their head high, because they understood that merely being qualified to set foot here meant they had already reached the pinnacle of life.
Abigail did not dislike this atmosphere, but she could not say she particularly enjoyed it either. There was nothing wrong with people seeking validation through rewards after achieving success, but after immersing themselves in an atmosphere of power and wealth for too long, people could easily lose their way and forget where they came from.
For example, the Dimensional Limit Organization as it was now.
Whenever she had walked this route