Delta: I have a 1-Haf Coin instant kill system!

Zhang Zhao nodded, his gaze falling on Gu's face. "Is there any risk in talking to him?"

Gu remained silent for a moment.

"Probably not. Although Rometheus is stubborn, he is at least reasonable."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "If I could persuade him to abandon the full rollout of Relink brain-computer interfaces, things would be much easier for us, otherwise..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was clear enough.

Otherwise, we will have no choice but to take extreme measures!

Zhang Zhao did not respond.

He knew in his heart that the old acquaintance relationship between Gu and Rometheus was far more complicated than it appeared on the surface.

The significance of Relink brain-computer interfaces to Hafk and even Rometheus cannot be shaken by a single conversation.

But he didn't pour cold water on the idea; he just nodded.

Gu glanced at him, as if trying to read something from his face, but ultimately simply looked away. "Get some rest..."

She turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away, and Zhang Zhao sat back down on the edge of the bed.

As night deepened, the lights inside the Tower of Babel continued to twinkle.

When Zhang Zhao woke up the next morning, it was already bright outside the window.

He sat up, quickly washed up, and changed into a suit.

The knocking sounded right on time. He opened the door, and Gu and Haizhua were already standing in the corridor, both dressed in black suits, looking sharp and capable.

"Let's go." Gu didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the stairwell first.

The three crossed the street and headed towards the Tower of Babel.

The closer you are to the surrounding area, the denser the security forces become.

Every few dozen meters, you can see soldiers wearing Hafk's dark gray uniforms.

Some stood at attention on duty, while others patrolled in formation, their eyes lingering on each passing pedestrian for a moment.

Gu walked at the front, carrying a black briefcase that contained nothing but the invitation.

Long queues had formed at the entrance to the Tower of Babel, with media representatives, scholars, and politicians waiting in line at the security checkpoint.

Gu presented the invitation.

The staff member in charge of reception glanced at it and immediately gestured "please" towards the VIP entrance next to it.

Security checks at the VIP lane are noticeably stricter than those at the regular lane.

A security guard in a dark gray uniform stepped forward and scanned the Gu with a scanner.

Gu obediently raised her arms, allowing the other party to examine her, and found nothing unusual.

"Please come in." The security personnel nodded slightly and stepped aside.

When it was Zhang Zhao's turn, he stepped forward with a normal expression and raised his arm to cooperate with the scan.

The scanner also lit up with a green light, and the security personnel let him through without even glancing at him.

The monstrous claw followed closely behind and passed through smoothly.

The three walked along the red carpet into the lobby on the first floor of the Tower of Babel.

The hall was more spacious than Zhang Zhao had expected.

After all, the last time I came here, it was because Reis sold me to this place.

Aside from the interrogation room that was shut down, the only familiar route was the one leading to the operating room in the medical area.

Zhang Zhao continued to observe.

The dome in the lobby on the first floor is extremely high, and a huge holographic screen plays promotional videos for the ReLink brain-computer interface in a loop.

The red carpet stretched from the entrance all the way to the front, with folding chairs already arranged on both sides, and nameplates affixed to the backs of the front seats.

The backdrop of the main stage is a huge circular screen, which is currently displaying a structural diagram of the ReLink brain-computer interface.

The entire lobby looks incredibly high-tech!

With unwavering eyes, Gu led the two straight to the stairs behind the main stage.

The three of them walked up the stairs, Gu talking as they went.

"Haizhua, you go east. Zhang Zhao, you go west. I'll go to the top of the tower."

Zhang Zhao nodded, reached into his suit's inner pocket, and pulled out three black earpieces from his palm.

He tossed two of them to Hazhua and Gu respectively, and stuffed the last one into his pocket.

"If you're not allowed to wear the headset, just keep it close to your body. Contact me directly if needed!" he said in a low voice.

Hawthorn caught the headset and put it in his ear, his hair falling down to completely cover his earlobe.

Gu put the headset into his suit pocket and patted it lightly.

The second floor of the Tower of Babel was half the size of the first-floor lobby, and the lighting had changed from cool white to red.

Gu stopped at the top of the stairs, took one last look at the two of them, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the stairs leading to the top of the tower.

The footsteps faded into the distance and were soon swallowed up by the wall.

Haizhao tilted his head and glanced at Zhang Zhao.

"The east side is the machinery and medical area; I'll go take a look." She spoke without looking away.

"You're in the ocean area and the interrogation area over there, be careful."

"The same to you."

The two parted ways at the fork in the corridor.

The sound of the monstrous claws' footsteps extended to the left, while Zhang Zhao turned to the right.

The walls on both sides of the corridor are covered with various display boards, most of which are promotional images of the ReLink brain-computer interface.

Occasionally, a few tightly closed metal doors would pass by, with area numbers marked on the doorplates.

Zhang Zhao walked to the first half-open metal door and stopped to the side.

The Relink brain-computer interface unfolds silently, its senses probing inward through the crack in the door.

Ocean area!

The space inside was larger than he had expected, with a bunch of desks, but no one was there.

He withdrew his senses and continued forward.

The corridor turned a corner ahead, and the lighting dimmed noticeably.

Interrogation area!

Zhang Zhao didn't stop walking; he recognized this place.

He woke up in this area when he was sold from Longbow Valley to Babel by Reiss's men.

He remembered the interrogation room, he remembered the room.

Just then, footsteps came from the corner at the end of the corridor.

more than one!

With steady steps and even spacing, Zhang Zhao did not stop.

He continued walking forward, his gaze fixed straight ahead, his face expressionless.

The footsteps grew closer, and four people emerged from around the corner.

The person walking at the front was wearing a suit, followed by three bald men.

Hudson!

His angel investor!

The moment Zhang Zhao recognized the other person, countless thoughts raced through his mind.

But he didn't stop walking, and his expression didn't change at all.

He continued walking forward, maintaining his previous pace, as if he hadn't recognized the person opposite him at all.

Hudson's gaze was initially fixed at the end of the corridor, but after turning the corner, his eyes naturally swept forward.

The footsteps didn't stop immediately, but the pace noticeably slowed down for a moment.

That momentary hesitation was almost imperceptible to others.

But of the three bald men behind him, the one on the far left tilted his head slightly.

Hudson's gaze lingered on Zhang Zhao's face for a moment, and then he actually stopped looking.

"You're still alive?"

His voice wasn't loud, but the corridor was quiet, and those four words were clearly audible.

Zhang Zhao also stopped about three steps away from Hudson.

He didn't rush to answer, but instead glanced at the three bald men behind Hudson.

Three identical faces?

Zhang Zhao withdrew his gaze and looked at Hudson.

"Thanks to you." His tone was indifferent.

"Thanks to your 100 Haff coins."

Hudson's brow twitched almost imperceptibly, then he chuckled faintly, not taking Zhang Zhao's words seriously.

"What... are you doing here?" Hudson continued to ask.

"The GTI delegation!" Zhang Zhao said. "We received an invitation to attend the press conference!"

Hudson frowned, puzzled.

Something's not right.

GTI people?

He was captured in the Tower of Babel for brain-computer interface experiments, so how could he possibly have joined GTI?