All the people in the room were dragged out, aware that their belongings were to be checked, and even during the body search, they suddenly burst into a rage.
They shouted that they would never rest until Zhu Yunshen was dead!
In the end, it was still Ren Cangsong who came forward to pacify them, and after the inspection, nothing was found.
Zhu Yunshen’s surveillance investigation also yielded no results; they reviewed the nearby surveillance footage over and over again, a dozen times, but still found no suspicious clues.
If it wasn’t an outsider, then it had to be someone inside.
But investigating the insiders led nowhere either, resulting in a dead end.
How could such large armor simply vanish into thin air!
"If you anger me, I’ll have each of you tortured!" Ren Cangsong had reached a certain level of urgency, roaring repeatedly, "The Yitelan Civilization has Spiritual Ability Users, bring them here, get them here!"
"Stay calm, you must stay calm," said Zhu Yunshen, his eyelids jumping, as he quickly tried to soothe him.
There wasn’t a single easy person present, and even Li Ming, who appeared to be of civilian origin, had a mad teacher and an impregnable public opinion golden body.
Who didn’t have some dark little secret inside? If they really asked the Yitelan Civilization to step in and bring a Mind Power User to check memories, the impact caused by this group could be even more terrifying than the death of Fu Zongchen.
Reviewing memories was not without cost: memory loss, distorted personality, these were just the lighter side effects.
More importantly, he too, as one of the people on site, would most likely be subjected to the check.
Ren Cangsong of course knew it was not possible and was just venting.
He took a deep breath, "You keep watch here, I’ll go out for a bit and report in person to a few of the chair committee members."
Zhu Yunshen nodded, knowing the place was already surrounded inside and out, not even a fly could escape.
...
"Gone?" In the room downstairs, Li Ming felt Ren Cangsong leaving the range of his perception, which covered up to a thousand meters.
Far exceeding Fu Zongchen’s villa.
"What’s he up to? Reporting? Or looking for someone?" Li Ming pondered, just having been dragged out for a thorough check, most likely because Ren Cangsong had discovered the empty armor chamber.
From the look on his face, Li Ming could tell that he was very annoyed.
"Now’s a good opportunity, once I leave here, trying to come back in would probably be troublesome," Li Ming calculated, waiting another ten minutes. There was no sign of Ren Cangsong returning.
He no longer hesitated, stepping on the head of the bed and looking up at the ceiling, quietly estimating the location.
"That secret chamber should be behind Fu Zongchen’s office, the difference on each side should be about three meters..."
Activating "Intelligent Assistance," Li Ming compared bit by bit.
He finally circled a rough area, prying off a section of the ceiling, revealing the concrete reinforcement structure behind.
With slight hesitation, he knew that if he acted now, the traces left would be hard to clean up, and he had to take a certain risk.
"Fu Zongchen, after so many years as an official, don’t let me down," he said to himself.
He made up his mind, then took out an ion sword, slowly inserting it, as the concrete was neatly sliced like a block of tofu.
Soon, Li Ming encountered resistance, "This must be the alloy part."
Carefully rotating, he cut out a square shape, then firmly held it and pulled out the rectangular concrete block, revealing a silver-white alloy wall behind it.
The hardness of this alloy wall was beyond imagination, and the ion sword couldn’t cut through it directly, it had to be slowly ground down.
Li Ming extended his finger and began to absorb, "cutting" out a slot, then jumped inside, and his breath was momentarily halted.
This wasn’t a secret chamber, to be more accurate, it should be called a vault, and he was in a corner of it.
The vault wasn’t large, only about four or five square meters, but the metallic shelves on the walls were filled with various interstellar valuable metals, row upon row.
"Glow Gold, Purple Crystal, Kasakur Sand Gold, Gold Platinum Diamond Crystal, my God..." Li Ming’s eyes blazed.
This Fu Zongchen, the Conclave Deacon, really hadn’t held the position for nothing.
Under time pressure, he immediately began to absorb a piece of the interstellar valuable metal.
With hope and trepidation, Li Ming prayed that Ren Cangsong wouldn’t come back too soon.
Fortunately, until five o’clock in the morning, Ren Cangsong showed no signs of returning.
And all the metal energy in the entire safe vault had been completely devoured by him.
"Five hundred and twenty-thousand, truly a bountiful haul," Li Ming swallowed hard, adding to his current reserves, his total metal energy had already surpassed the six hundred thousand mark.
He guessed this was likely just a fraction of Fu Zongchen’s assets.
Those in his personal accounts, as well as tangible assets and investments, were probably more, but those were beyond his reach.
Without time to ponder carefully, the entire safe vault had basically been swept clean, leaving behind only some insignificant weapons, the kind that wasted metal energy to control.
As well as some materials, photos and the like, Li Ming also took pictures to keep.
To avoid any accidents, he chose to assassinate Fu Zongchen at close range, which carried certain risks.
But neither the battle armor nor this safe vault made him regret his actions, once he returned he could undergo a hefty upgrade.
The only problem was, he couldn’t erase the traces of his visit here.
Li Ming looked down at the hole, knowing that even if he plugged it with an alloy block, the signs would be very clear, and a detailed inspection could easily lock onto him as the target.