"Hmm, that person is the head of the Level 3 laboratory, known as the top physicist at the First Research Institute of Inderia, Violetta Hoffman."

Amadeus Yancey didn’t hide it from them, as his long, pale fingers picked up the water cup from the table, his fingertip rubbing the rim as he nonchalantly spoke: "She holds a high position at the institute. With her there, Nathalie won’t suffer too much."

Brian Bonette paused before laughing, his eyes turning to him: "Ms. Quinlan won’t suffer too much? Isn’t she suffering a little? You’re usually so protective, and this time you let it go?"

Sadam Vinson and Alfred Garland were confused.

But they did understand one thing—the head of the Level 3 laboratory was the beautiful woman they saw that day, Nathalie’s friend!

Sadam Vinson was used to a certain big shot’s eccentric moves, but couldn’t help but curse under his breath.

Alfred Garland was more reserved, listened quietly, observing the situation as he served them tea.

Amadeus Yancey was silent for a few seconds before suddenly curling his lips into a smile: "Ha, the First Research Institute..."

His eyebrows were icy, his eyes showing no sign of warmth, yet his face had a spring-like warmth.

But in the blink of an eye, he coldly stated: "She has things to do at the First Research Institute, no need to rush for now."

Brian Bonette acknowledged it with a nod, not asking why Nathalie had things to do at the institute, wisely choosing not to mention it.

Alfred Garland brewed tea and brought it in, while Sadam Vinson started a game, pulling Brian Bonette along to make up the numbers.

Amadeus Yancey nestled on the side of the solo sofa, his eyes reflecting a rugged ferocity. He found his phone from his coat and sent a message to Vincent Moore.

Meanwhile.

Far away in the Yandor Sect’s stronghold, the scar-faced man received the message, looked at it, pursed his lips, and approached another man of similar age, placing the phone in front of him: "Amadeus has sent a message."

"?" Zed Moore, still investigating the Kingsleys Family, which was difficult to track. Feeling frustrated, he raised his head, puzzled.

Vincent Moore, looking rougher and with a more straightforward personality, didn’t beat around the bush, directly saying: "Take a look."

Zed Moore picked up the phone from the table and looked down.

[Y: Cut off the rare earth supply to the First Research Institute.]

Simple and clear.

Just one brief sentence, once carried out, would stir countless waves.

Zed Moore felt a thud in his heart, suddenly lifting his head: "What is this?"

"You haven’t heard?" Vincent Moore looked at him, pulling out the chair beside him, sat down arms crossed: "The grading for the First Research Institute has come out. Ms. Quinlan was assigned to the Level 3 laboratory, I guess Amadeus was provoked by the group at the First Research Institute."

"I remember Ms. Quinlan had excellent results..." Zed Moore still confused indeed hadn’t noticed the grading results.

Vincent Moore picked up the information he had gathered on Kingsleys Family, placed it down leisurely, giving him a look: "Ms. Quinlan’s results were excellent, but some people at the First Research Institute wanted to suppress her, leading to the final assignment to the Level 3 laboratory."

Zed Moore roughly guessed what happened, remained silent momentarily.

After the last encounter, Vincent Moore had considerably changed his opinion of Nathalie. This time he didn’t say much, only mentioned: "Amadeus has arranged it, so let’s handle it."

"After all, us in the Yandor Sect don’t adhere to outsiders’ reasoning!"

He spoke smoothly.

Not noticing Zed Moore shot him several glances before finally smiling: "Good that you have it all figured out."