The group's expressions darkened collectively.
None of them expected Serena to maintain this attitude.
Adrian wanted to see Serena wallow in regret, not continue parading her arrogance.
His face hardened. "I am a guest inspector."
"Even inspectors can only observe, not interfere..." Howard wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looking completely caught in the middle. "If this disruption continues, the security personnel from the oversight division will have to clear the area. And then... you might be forcibly removed from the island."
He then turned an apologetic, strained look toward Bianca and Isabella. "And you two would have points deducted as a penalty."
Adrian's face turned livid, his eyes turbulent.
"Fine! Excellent!"
He clenched his fists tight. "Since you refuse to listen to reason, I hope you don't regret this!"
Bianca scoffed coldly, "Whatever, we're not going to lower ourselves to argue with a country bumpkin. Once I use Mr. Cole's premium equipment to generate flawless data, I can't wait to see you cry when you lose the competition!"
Serena's gaze suddenly shifted to Bianca.
She stared at her for a few seconds.
Then let out a scoff. "A pile of scrap metal is indeed a perfect match for the garbage in The Dreamscape Initiative."
With that, she turned back into the lab, her tone indifferent. "Chief Graves, I expect you to clean this up."
The lab doors slammed shut.
The group had come to gloat, but now they were left choking on their own frustration.
And to make matters worse, they were being nervously herded away by a miserable-looking Howard.
The humiliation was suffocating.
A vicious glint flashed in her eyes. "I'll show her whose equipment is scrap metal!"
"Connect all of these right now! I'm going to run this dataset with maximum precision and speed. I want that bitch to see exactly what top-tier equipment can do in the hands of actual geniuses!"
Once the event staff finished setting up the brand-new machinery.
Bianca decisively cranked the power to maximum, maxing out the processing speed.
When high-end equipment like this was pushed to full capacity.
Its computing power would surge by fifty percent!
The machines hummed to life.
Watching the data race across the screens, a triumphant, cold smirk crept onto Bianca's lips. "See that? That speed, that precision... This is what only true top-tier equipment can achieve."
"Bianca..." For some reason, Isabella's heart skipped a beat. "Running everything at full power draws an incredible amount of energy. Can the island's grid even handle machines with this much voltage?"

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