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The sweet aroma of the cake became the first mystery Hannah Schmidt left for everyone after moving into the manor.

The next morning, when the right to use the kitchen was returned to the manor, it was spotless and all the items were back in their original places, as if nothing had happened the night before.

James and his team carefully inspected the area and confirmed that nothing was missing or damaged, except for some unrecognizable fruit peels and eggshells in the trash can.

Hannah didn't eat breakfast. It's said that she worked until 4 a.m., went straight back to her dorm to rest, and left a message telling no one not to disturb her before 2 p.m.

"So, what exactly did she do in there for four hours?" Pete asked, his mouth full of fried eggs. "She couldn't have really been practicing her knife skills, could she?"

Zhang Xin shook his head and offered his guess: "Maybe she's preparing some kind of nutrient solution or reagent. You saw it too, all the labels on those bottles and jars she brought have been worn off, it must be her own exclusive formula."

Everyone agreed that it made sense; it certainly seemed like something a top biologist would do.

Only when Su Man was drinking milk did she secretly look at Shen Fei and ask him a question.

Shen Fei simply smiled at her and didn't say anything.

"gentlemen."

David Murray walked in, and the conversation shifted from the kitchen secrets to Project Firewall. He seemed to be in good spirits and was clearly pleased with the recruitment progress.

"Professor Douglas has already taken off from Vancouver on our plane and is expected to arrive at the estate at 10:30 this morning," he reported. "His research equipment is also being transported simultaneously by another cargo plane, and Kyle's people are ready to receive it at the airport."

David then added the professor's thirty-page environmental requirements. When Zhang Xin heard that the water temperature had to be accurate to two decimal places, and the salinity and mineral ratio had to simulate specific waters off northern Iceland, he couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

"This isn't cultivating seaweed, it's serving our ancestors."

Shen Fei answered decisively: "I agree to it."

"Tell James to have the tech team fix it immediately. If our equipment can't do it, then go buy something that can do it right now, immediately."

"Yes, sir," James and Kyle replied simultaneously.

Shen Fei paused, then added. His voice wasn't loud, but it made everyone in the restaurant stop what they were doing.

"Also, tell the kitchen to prepare the best vanilla butter cake tonight and send it to Dr. Hannah's dorm to celebrate her joining the company."

The restaurant was quiet.

Pete and Zhang Xin looked at each other, their faces full of question marks.

Only Su Man looked at Shen Fei with a different kind of light in her eyes.

At 10:30 a.m., a white Gulfstream G650 landed on the lawn on time.

Shenfei and his team were waiting in front of the tarmac.

The man who stepped off the plane was an elderly man with white hair, but in good spirits; it was Professor Douglas.

After shaking hands warmly with Shen Fei, he eagerly asked, "Mr. Shen, could you show me the home you've prepared for 'Poseidon's Hair'?"

"Of course, this way please."

Shen Fei led Professor Douglas to the secluded bay on the east side of the manor, partially enclosed by a glass curtain wall. The water pumps, filtration system, and spectrophotometers were all brand new, already installed, and gleaming metallic in the sunlight.

Professor Douglas practically lunged at the control panel and put on his reading glasses.

When he saw the rows of data on the screen, he froze.

"Impossible...this is impossible!" The professor's voice trembled as he pointed at the screen, then abruptly turned to Shen Fei. "Water temperature 12.35°C, salinity 34.18‰...these data are exactly the same as my secret sampling point! But how did you simulate the trace element spectrum that only occurs under the influence of deep-sea volcanic hydrothermal vents? Current technology simply can't do that!"

Shen Fei met his gaze and smiled calmly.

"Professor, at the Great Sage Fishing Ground, the end of science is where my beginning lies."

Looking at the young man before him, he finally realized that he had not come to a company, but to a place where miracles were born.

Just as Professor Douglas and his assistants were still in shock and preparing to put the seaweed samples they had brought into the cultivation tank, the accident occurred.

A seal that had been leisurely swimming in the nearby waters suddenly poked its head out of the water and emitted a series of rapid calls at Shen Fei. The calls were short and rhythmic, clearly a trained alarm.

Shen Fei's eyes turned cold.

He looked in the direction the seals were warning him; it was a rocky area at the southernmost edge of the manor's coastline, a very remote location that was rarely visited.

"Kyle," he whispered.

Kyle, who had been standing in the shadows, appeared silently beside him.

"exist."

"You two stay here with the professor to set up the samples and make sure everything goes smoothly," Shen Fei instructed Pete and Zhang Xin, then said to Kyle, "Let's go take a look to the south."

The two didn't drive; they simply walked quietly south along the woods by the coast.

As they approached the rocky area, Shen Fei's senses had already reached out. He detected a small gray rubber boat, disguised as the color of the rocks, hidden in the shadow of a large rock.

Two men in black, tight-fitting wetsuits were furtively climbing out of the water onto the beach, each carrying a heavy net bag.

Shen Fei and Kyle emerged from the woods, appearing in the two men's field of vision as if taking a stroll.

The two men were startled and their bodies stiffened abruptly.

One of the bald, burly men instinctively hid the net behind his back, watching them warily.

The other, taller, thinner guy was a bit calmer. He took off his diving mask, forced a smile, and said, "Hey buddy. We're just diving enthusiasts. We were passing by, saw the underwater scenery was nice, so we came down to have some fun. Nothing more."

Shen Fei didn't move, nor did he even look at them. He simply spoke calmly to the air:

"Kyle, there are seven 'Aurora Abalone' in the net behind them. Leave them here, and have them disposed of."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Kyle, who had been like a shadow, moved.

The two intruders' expressions changed drastically. The bald, burly man roared and pulled a short knife from his diving suit, turning around to stab Shen Fei! It seemed he mistook Shen Fei for a rich young master who couldn't even kill a chicken.

Shen Fei didn't even raise an eyebrow.

He simply extended two fingers and gently touched the surface of the sea.

"Splash!"

A water jet shot out from the sea, striking the bald, muscular man's wrist, which was holding a knife, with pinpoint accuracy.

With a cracking sound of bones breaking and a scream, the dagger flew out of his hand, and the burly man was sent flying backward by the force, crashing heavily onto the rocks and lying motionless.

The tall, thin man was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, his crotch soaked with sweat.

Shen Fei then slowly turned around, looking down at him with an icy voice.

"Now tell me, who sent you?"