"Leader, no, there’s no problem," Pier whispered quietly.
Kewis shook his head, the black mask on his face concealing all his expressions: "Is that necessary?"
"Alright, package it up." Connet waved his hand, finally feeling relieved.
This matter was related to the Torch Organization’s follow-up plans, so he had to be careful and vigilant.
Watching the container being carried onto one of the transport ships, Connet then turned his head to ask, "How’s the investigation going?"
Pier’s nerves tensed up, and with a forced courage, he said, "It’s the same as before, no gains whatsoever."
Connet frowned, glanced at Pier who had his head bowed, and couldn’t help but admonish, "Think outside the box, don’t be too fixed, consider other methods."
He was completely clueless about virtual data, so he could only give such admonishment.
Des was a prime suspect in his mind, but without evidence, this also made him very doubtful, unsure whether his own thoughts were right or wrong.
"Yes." Pier responded, feeling bitter inside.
"You can focus on investigating Des." Connet said, glancing at his subordinates who were almost ready, and added,
"Des? Not Azure Dragon?" Pier raised his head, startled.
"Who said it was Azure Dragon? Did you find anything?" Connet pressed.
"No, it’s just my personal guess." Pier hurriedly shook his head.
Connet was disappointed, "Don’t guess blindly. Even if I ask you to keep an eye on Des, don’t bring up some far-fetched evidence to appease me."
It wasn’t that he was insisting on evidence, but the Torch Organization and those big Mechanics were two different factions; if he captured Des without discernment, Benny would certainly be dissatisfied.
Even Jesaya and perhaps even Azure Dragon might speak out in protest.
"Yes." Pier felt even more guilty, as the Leader had great expectations for him, yet he could only deceive the Leader.
Connet sighed, feeling mentally exhausted, as many matters within the Organization required his decision.
"Prepare to depart," he said in a deep voice, as the Torch Soldiers, meticulous in their formation, began boarding the transport ships one by one.
Yet it was during this process, on one side of the main base in the rear, that a powerful surge of energy suddenly erupted.
Columns of magma shot towards the purple Energy Shield, creating ripples upon impact. Clearly visible even from this distance, it shielded against the scattering energy aftermath.
Connet’s expression changed abruptly, while Kewis sneered, "These people really can’t stay quiet."
"Leader, you go ahead, I’ll check it out," Fernand said with a frown.
"No need, I’ll go," Connet shook his head, leaping up, becoming a streak of Flowing Light as he swiftly approached the rest area.
Kewis let out a faint smile, indifferent, standing still, lost in contemplation.
Pier’s scalp tingled, not knowing why, but being beside Mr. Kewis, he always felt nervous, yet he didn’t dare to leave rashly.
Meanwhile, in the cockpit of the transport ship housing the Boiling Blood Alloy container,
In the shadow of a certain pilot, Li Ming sensed the energy fluctuations and pondered to himself, "Sandro really didn’t let me down."
A faint "snap" sound could be heard.
Following that, the pilots, who had been stern in demeanor, all stiffened, then robotically pressed several controls.
One of the pilots even got up, passing through several barriers to the cargo hold at the rear. The place was silent, and the monitoring cameras in the corners hung limp.
He emotionlessly keyed in a command, opened the container box, and then stepped inside.
In the faint shadow illuminated by the crimson blood light, a figure suddenly shot out—it was Li Ming. His movements were extremely fast and purposeful.
The Folded Space had long been cleared out, and he quickly swept the large chunks of Boiling Blood Alloy into the Folded Space.
While one hand continued to absorb the alloy, the other swept out large quantities of look-alike model blocks that appeared almost indistinguishable from the Boiling Blood Alloy, working efficiently.
These were the simplest crude models, but after Li Ming’s multiple fine-tunings, at least on the surface, they looked no different from the actual Boiling Blood Alloys.
They were small in size, and each cost only tens of metal energy units.
Even so, it took him more than ten minutes to completely handle the situation, mainly due to the absorption of the residual alloy blocks that could not be fitted into the Folded Space.
Kewis watched the resting area, where the battle disturbance had stopped, but Connet had yet to return.
Workers scurry nonstop between several transport ships, with over ten minutes already passed since the scheduled departure time.
"Lord Kewis, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be, I’ll go back first..." Si’er finally couldn’t bear it any longer, mustering courage from who knows where, and said with a stiff scalp.
"Get lost." Kewis waved his hand dismissively.
Pier left in a hurry as if pardoned, yet for some reason, felt particularly curious about the magma column and couldn’t help but sneak a few glances at the edge of the resting area.
...
Li Ming’s door opened, he glanced at the corridor that was charred black by scorching.
The main conflict wasn’t here, but rather on the other side; this place was mainly scorched by the surging flames.
He quickly reached the hall, it seemed the conflict hadn’t escalated; there was only a large hole in the floor, and the ceiling was pierced through, its edges a fiery red.
The most powerful force was that towering magma column.
The only one fitting the Genetic Ability characteristic was Sandro, who stood with his arms crossed and head held high.