"We can't reach Hu Songlin at all."
455 tried dialing the signal again and again, but none of the calls went through. "This doesn't seem to have anything to do with the Club, because the Club has suffered the heaviest losses so far. If it didn't want to help, it could have just refused. There was no need to cause such enormous losses, right?"
"Besides, neither the Laboratory nor the Club knew about this. They're still discussing solutions, and the Club hasn't even realized that one of its people is missing."
"Host, I seriously suspect that Hu guy has turned traitor. He might have colluded with the Demon. Don't forget, he was Villain No. 2 in the original novel! The only reason he wasn't Villain No. 1 was because he couldn't be bothered."
"╰(‵□′)╯ He's not a good person! He's not a good person! What the hell is he trying to do?"
Xie De stood in the central hall of the Laboratory's Arctic Base. The holographic projection was still playing tirelessly, repeating the same content over and over. Its azure glow spilled across the white walls, reflecting an exceptionally cold sheen.
Wei Yunmo narrowed his eyes at the person in the holographic projection. Nausea churned in his stomach, and he lowered his head, edging closer to Xie De.
An unusual commotion came from the corridor.
The leaders of the Laboratory's Arctic Base hurried over. They were several middle-aged people in cold-weather gear, with more than a dozen military-looking bodyguards following behind and beside them.
At the front was a refined, middle-aged Asian man. His gaze was measured and polite. He did not scrutinize their group or look at Wei Yunmo and Juelu, simply treating them as visitors who could help.
The middle-aged man extended his hand. "My name is Jing