In the delivery logs, one particular laboratory stood out.

  It had no delivery records until two days ago—

  And the meals delivered were unusual:

  Half were traditional Rovan dishes.

  Half were signature Dongli cuisine.

  Evan raised an eyebrow.

  “Amida really thought this through. He knows Wendy Lewis and Yvonne Hart can’t stand Rovan’s mushy hand?grab meals.”

  That alone was enough for Evan to conclude:

  Wendy and Yvonne were almost certainly being held in that lab.

  FangBro finally realized something.

  “That evolutionary scientist… she’s from Dongli?”

  “Of course,” Evan said. “Why else would Amida grab her? He doesn’t want her going back.”

  FangBro hesitated.

  “So if I help you… isn’t that betraying my country?”

  Evan laughed softly.

  “I just want to pass a message. Nothing that serious.”

  FangBro wasn’t stupid.

  He knew it wasn’t that simple.

  Evan saw his hesitation and said,

  “I’ll give you ten—no, twenty—Tier?6 extracts.”

  FangBro’s eyes lit up instantly.

  “Why bring gifts into this? Just transfer the money.”

  His patriotism had a price—

  And he sold it at a premium.

  Evan didn’t mind.

  In this world, someone who takes money and actually does the job—

  Especially someone who risks his life doing it—

  Was a treasure.

  FangBro immediately led Evan toward the laboratory district.

  “These buildings ahead,” FangBro said, pointing forward,

  “are the private labs for the academy’s top scientists.”

  Each “lab” was actually a standalone circular fortress—

  Metal?clad, sealed tight, spaced far apart.

  Unlike the public labs, there wasn’t a single student in sight.

  “Everyone who lives here is a top academic figure,” FangBro explained.

  “High status, high authority. Students don’t dare wander near.”

  They walked deeper until they reached the target lab.

  “This place is really isolated,” FangBro said.

  “All the surrounding labs are empty. Amida must really value that Dongli scientist—he picked a spot where no one will disturb her.”

  Evan studied the building from afar.

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  A metal fortress, airtight, with only one sealed door.

  They didn’t dare approach recklessly.

  They discussed how to get inside.

  FangBro noticed Evan staring at him and quickly shook his head.

  “I can’t phase into this. No way.”

  “What about the trick you used to escape the crocodile’s stomach?”

  “That one only works once in a short period. If I go in, I might not get out.”

  Evan fell silent.

  Forcing their way in was impossible.

  So how to get inside?

  Then he remembered the delivery logs.

  “Our school’s meal deliveries are handled by work?study students,” FangBro said.

  “When the student comes at noon, let me talk to him. I’ll take care of it.”

  Evan trusted him.

  They waited nearby until lunchtime.

  Sure enough, a skinny male student arrived on a tricycle, carrying a food cart.

  He unloaded the cart and pushed it toward the lab.

  FangBro stepped in front of him.

  “I’ll deliver it. You can go.”

  The student froze, nervous.

  “Y?you are…?”

  “I’m your senior,” FangBro said, leaning close to whisper a few words.

  Then he slipped a hundred?yuan bill into the student’s hand.

  “Thank you, senior!” the student said, eyes lighting up.

  FangBro pushed the cart forward, then noticed the student still standing there.

  “Why aren’t you leaving?”

  “I… I have to come back in half an hour to collect the dishes.”

  “I’ll collect them for you. Go do your thing.”

  The student rode his tricycle a little farther away—

  But didn’t leave.

  FangBro shook his head.

  “This kid thinks I’ll steal the food? Definitely a freshman. Just like me back then—terrified of messing up.”

  Evan walked over.

  “What did you tell him?”

  “I said I needed a chance to talk to the professor inside, but couldn’t get close. Asked him to give me this delivery slot.”

  Evan nodded and took the cart.

  “I’ll deliver it.”

  He looked younger—more like a student.

  Wendy and Yvonne were more likely to trust him than FangBro.

  Evan pushed the cart to the lab door and rang the bell.

  The camera above the door blinked.

  Then the door opened.

  A muscular, short?haired woman scanned him briefly.

  “Come in.”

  Evan entered, pushing the cart down the hallway, using his peripheral vision to observe everything.

  The lab was huge.

  The central area was a transparent?walled research zone filled with equipment.

  The outer ring consisted of rooms—gym, bathroom, dining room, and many closed doors.

  He saw three women in total—all evolvers.

  No sign of Wendy or Yvonne.

  The muscular woman barked from behind him,

  “Where are you pushing that? You passed the dining room.”

  Evan pretended to panic.

  “S?sorry!”

  “Where’s the usual delivery boy? Why are you here?”

  “He had something to do at noon. Asked me to help.”

  She didn’t question further.

  She knocked on a door.

  “Professor Lewis, lunch.”

  A moment later, the door opened.

  Wendy Lewis stepped out.

  She turned her head—

  And saw Evan.

  Her expression didn’t change at all.

  No surprise, no recognition.

  Only calm.

  “I’ll eat in my room,” she said.

  The muscular woman gestured at Evan.

  “Well? Bring the food in.”

  Evan quickly carried the Dongli dishes into Wendy’s room.

  It was spacious, with two beds, a desk, and a tea table.

  At the tea table sat Yvonne Hart.

  She blinked at him—

  Surprised, confused, and… puzzled by how much weight he’d gained.

  Under the woman’s watchful eyes, Evan had no chance to speak.

  He simply placed the dishes on the table and said:

  “Please enjoy. I’ll come back later to collect the plates.”

  A locked lab.

  A silent professor.

  A guard who never looks away.

  Evan has finally reached Wendy and Yvonne—

  but reaching them is not the same as speaking to them.

  In a place built to contain geniuses,

  even a single sentence can be dangerous.

  how do you think Evan will pass his message…

  under the eyes of a Butterfly?tier guard?