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Chapter 474 - 251: Vigilance of the Small Fry, Reappearance of the Dimensional Gods

Chapter 474: Chapter 251: Vigilance of the Small Fry, Reappearance of the Dimensional Gods

The next moment, the office door opened, and a sullen White walked in, casually kicking the door shut and surveying his office.

His scrutinizing gaze, filled with superiority, made Pier extremely uncomfortable. He coldly said, "White, what are you doing here instead of staying in the Dimension Realm Laboratory?"

White’s gaze swept indifferently over his face, as he sat down on the chair in front of him and said dismissively, "Cut the act. How’s your so-called research going on the engine that uses Dimension Energy as fuel?"

Suddenly, for some unknown reason, White felt the temperature in the room drop slightly, and an eerie feeling crept up on him.

Pier, however, seemed baffled and frowned, "What engine?"

Seeing him feign ignorance, White’s heart began to harbor some doubts. Could there actually be some breakthrough progress?

"When I came here, I’ve seen the shabby experimental environment of your R&D department. It simply can’t support such experimentation."

"Moreover, I didn’t see the folding motorbike you brought into the Dimension Realm Laboratory yesterday. Do you have another hidden lab somewhere?"

White, staring at Pier intently, questioned, "What exactly are you researching? Keeping things this secret?"

Pier’s pupils suddenly constricted, his whole body trembling.

The folding motorbike taken into the Dimension Realm Laboratory?

What is that about? Why would he bring that thing?

Why can’t he remember anything related to it?

He couldn’t help but wanted to ask, but seeing White’s scrutinizing look, he held back and snorted coldly, "I report directly to the leader. I don’t have to explain what I do to you."

"Alright, I’m busy now, fulfilling a task given by the leader. Are you sure you want to keep disturbing me?"

White’s face turned ugly, but he just sneered, "Overestimating yourself."

With that, he left the room. Just as he stepped out the door, for some reason, a cold sweat broke out, and the air conditioning of the R&D department made him shiver.

He turned to look back at Pier’s laboratory with an uncertain expression and snorted coldly before leaving.

Once he was sure White had left, a thin layer of dense sweat appeared on Pier’s calm face, turning it pale. His body trembled slightly, and his heart pounded wildly.

The occasional mental haziness over this period made him feel an extreme sense of unease.

Thinking of the folding motorbike White mentioned, he took a deep breath to compose himself somewhat.

Then he opened the communication terminal and through the internal network, he quickly contacted someone: "Minister, you wanted to see me?"

Pier tried to keep his voice steady as he said gravely, "Send me a copy of the surveillance footage of me leaving yesterday, up until I walked out of the R&D department."

The person on the other end seemed perplexed and after a brief silence, responded, "Alright."

Closing the communication terminal, Pier took deep breaths in and out, in and out, barely calming his trembling thighs and restless arms.

After a few minutes, a packaged data file was sent over. With courage mustered, he clicked to open it. His pupils suddenly dilated as if he had been struck by lightning.

His heartbeat thundered like roaring thunder; his face first flushed red and then quickly turned pale as paper, his vision blurring.

In the surveillance footage playing on the screen before him, as he walked out of the office, he was clearly holding a piece of silver-white metal.

Yet, he had absolutely no memory of this piece of metal in his own mind.

The surveillance footage was clear; he looked calm, no different from usual.

This short five-minute clip played over and over again on his screen an unknown number of times.

Pier’s face showed pain as he held his head, striving to recall.

Vaguely, he seemed to remember himself holding the silver-white metal piece, walking into the gates of the Dimension Realm Laboratory.

But what happened after that, he just couldn’t recall.

All he knew was that he had seen Connet, the leader, to report on monitoring data, and then he was asked to leave.

Regarding the silver-white metal piece, there was nothing.

How could this be?

His face was filled with panic, and he swiftly rose and walked to the office door, but an inexplicable chill made him suddenly come to his senses,

He didn’t know how to explain. Within the coverage of the Realm of Perpetuity, there should be no Spiritual Energy that could disturb him.

But there he was, uncontrollably carrying that unknown piece of silver-white metal... oh... what White referred to as a folding motorbike.

This made him even more confused; why would he bring that thing in? Who was pulling the strings behind the scenes?

Who would believe it when he explained?

He thought of the way the Torch Organization dealt with traitors.

His hands and feet went cold, nearly collapsing on the ground, barely supporting himself against the wall to sit back down in his chair.

"Discovered..." Li Ming watched Pier’s various reactions quietly, unsurprised.

In the Torch Organization, surveillance cameras were everywhere. As long as Pier saw the footage of himself holding that metal block, he would be exposed.

However, Li Ming had already prepared for this.

"Pier..."

The dazed Pier, slumped in the padded chair, faintly heard someone calling his name.

He did not react the first time, but on the second call, he shivered and realized it was not an illusion.

"There is a voice..." Pier’s face filled with shock. How could there be Mind Power within the Realm of Perpetuity?

"Who are you? Are you the one behind the scenes?" he could not help asking, looking around in panic at the ceiling.

"I have many names, but the one you should be most familiar with is the Dimensional Gods."

The other party’s response, empty, calm, and without any ripples, made Pier freeze again.