Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1745

“You can't just smuggle a bomb onto the ship, force us to shoulder the lethal risk, and then scream 'classified' the second we ask who built it!”

“At the absolute minimum, drag one of their executives out here to answer the damn questions that actually matter to us.”

The buyers' demands were entirely rational and impossible to wave away.

Director Kaelen couldn't find a single viable angle to stall them any longer.

His palms were slick with sweat as he aggressively pressed his earpiece, dropping his voice into a frantic whisper. “Commodore! Commodore, I need directives immediately! We have completely lost control of the floor!”

“Mr. Joker is leading the charge demanding the supplier step forward, and the rest of the buyers are ruthlessly applying pressure.”

“Commodore! Commodore!”

...

Meanwhile, deep inside The Nexus of Project Zero-Transit.

The Raven halted in front of the heavy blast doors.

Two heavily armed security guards flanked the entrance.

Seeing him, one of them stepped aside and gestured sharply. “My Lord Raven, if you please.”

The guard's tone was relatively polite.

But the unwavering, predatory stares tracking his every move made the cold venom in The Raven's eyes darken significantly.

He knew exactly why the ship's management had abruptly summoned him.

That bastard in charge had always been ruthlessly perceptive.

Specimen Fourteen and Specimen Seven. The identical biological architecture, the synchronized serial numbering—The Panacea had ruthlessly dissected it all live on stage.

There was no way The Commodore hadn't connected the dots.

But... even if he had, what could he do?

Suspicion was just suspicion.

As long as there was no irrefutable proof, he would absolutely deny everything to the grave.

No one could pin Specimen Fourteen onto Obsidian Sun purely on circumstantial guesswork.

No probing. No games. A direct strike to the jugular.

The Raven's eyes narrowed imperceptibly.

He had guessed right.

The Commodore was already locking the crosshairs directly on Obsidian Sun.

But The Raven kept his expression perfectly serene, letting out a dismissive scoff. “No.”

The silhouette in the darkness didn't move an inch, nor did it offer a response.

The Raven didn't let the silence rattle him, seamlessly continuing his defense. “I know why you suspect Obsidian Sun.”

“But concluding it belongs to us simply because of a shared serial nomenclature is incredibly reckless.”

“Didn't The Panacea just state on your stage that a matching designation doesn't prove it came from the same creator?”

“The exact same research framework can be adopted by rival laboratories. Advanced tech gets pirated and reverse-engineered all the time.”

“Therefore, a parallel naming system absolutely does not mean Specimen Fourteen is the property of Obsidian Sun.”