Chloe Sinclair was holding a glass flask, observing the reaction of a burning iron wire inside. At Eight’s warning, she instinctively glanced out the window.
"There are three groups in total. The first is outside the main gate. They’re the bodyguards Boss Shaw sent for you and have no malicious intent."
"The second group is on the small hill to the south of the lab. They look like paparazzi—five of them, all holding cameras. Their malice level toward you isn’t high, either."
"But the third group... the highest malice level among them is 50. The system hasn’t been able to confirm their true identities, and their online profiles are likely fake. In any case, Host, please be careful."
Upon hearing this, Chloe Sinclair put down the experimental flask. She slowly approached the window and peered down, her gaze sweeping over the small patch of woods outside the lab. She immediately spotted three men in black, secretly hiding in the bushes.
The men were well-hidden. If not for Chloe Sinclair’s exceptional eyesight, coupled with the warning from Eight, she never would have found their hiding spot.
Chloe glanced at them for a moment before looking away.
Then, with a swift tug, she drew the curtains shut.
Chloe quickly returned to her workstation and began reviewing all the surveillance footage from the past few days.
She scanned through the footage incredibly fast. There were ten cameras surrounding the lab, and Chloe, in her ridiculously efficient way, played all ten feeds simultaneously on her computer at the fastest possible speed.
After reviewing all the footage, she concluded that the group must have had professional training.
The lab was surrounded by a fence that should have been difficult to bypass, yet the men lying in wait had vaulted over it with ease.
They had even approached the lab’s entrance during the night.
Fortunately, Chloe’s lab was built like a fortress. More importantly, it was equipped with an automatic facial recognition system. The men gave up only after several failed attempts to get in.
’Master, these people aren’t just anyone. Should we call the police?’
Eight was worried about Chloe’s safety.
It had completely forgotten just how formidable Chloe herself was.
’Mister Policeman will take care of it.’


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