At this moment, in the Red Sun Kingdom.
Within District Thirteen.
The members of District Thirteen from District Seven gathered in the plaza.
"Everyone, we are heading to the Chaotian Basin again. Last night, the organization dispatched people to seal off the Chaotian Basin overnight. Through certain means, we can now enter and conduct research. I hope everyone remembers, our task is to find any clues regarding the perpetrator of the murder of the Left Hall. Have you all understood?" Yun Meng stood on the high platform and spoke to the District Thirteen members below.
"Understood, leader. We know the mission," a chorus of District Thirteen members shouted from below.
"Good. I hope everyone can safely find clues inside," Yun Meng thought to himself at this moment.
"I want to go too." At the main entrance of District Seven, a delicate figure appeared.
"Bai Lin, what are you doing?" Yun Meng, standing on the high platform, glanced at Bai Lin's appearance with a hint of displeasure.
He was already apprehensive about being ordered to go to the ancient tomb of Chaotian, fearing encountering the mighty being capable of killing the Left Hall. Yet, Bai Lin suddenly appeared to cause trouble.
Bai Lin looked at Yun Meng and said, "I know you don't want me to be a burden. But please, let me finish speaking."
"Firstly, the research mission to the ancient tomb of Chaotian last time was led by me. I am more familiar with the ancient tomb of Chaotian than any of you."
"Secondly, you will have my assistance. Entering the tomb will surely be twice as effective with half the effort. Moreover, I will only command from the surface, I will not investigate, and I will provide you with technical support."
After speaking, Bai Lin took out her phone and, through the internal software of District Thirteen, forwarded it to Yun Meng.
Yun Meng took out his phone and looked.
"I have sent you the 3D model of the entire ancient tomb of Chaotian to your leader."
"Although I don't have the precise data report from the last time, I need to tell you something you might not know."
"Actually, the three major explosions that occurred within the tomb were at the level of sub-god to god-level strength."
Upon hearing this, Yun Meng's face contorted as if he had eaten dog feces, and the more than ten thousand people of various cultivation levels below wore expressions as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Sub-god to god-level? Are you kidding me?"
Yun Meng said sternly.
"This is an instrument report. If you don't believe it, look at it." Bai Lin produced a report from a week ago from behind her, walked quickly to the high platform, and handed it to Yun Meng.
At this moment, Yun Meng had no more words to refute.
"Welcome, First Secretary Bai Lin, for agreeing to join our team. Everyone, please welcome her."
After reading the report, Yun Meng looked at Bai Lin with a smile.
In fact, everyone knew that the report brought by Bai Lin undoubtedly placed more pressure on them. However, they dared not resist. If not for this report from Bai Lin, they wouldn't have known what might have happened if they had gone in rashly.
"Now, all members, re-prepare your equipment. All research personnel from District Seven will follow Bai Lin's command and return to the laboratory to retrieve large-scale instruments."
After hearing Yun Meng's words, the members of District Thirteen dispersed and returned to their rooms to retrieve their equipment.
When everyone had left.
"Bai Lin!" Yun Meng called out to Bai Lin.
"Is something the matter?" Bai Lin, who was about to descend the steps, turned back to look at Yun Meng.
"Is it really that terrifying???" Yun Meng asked, not waiting for Bai Lin's reply.
"The entire tomb collapsed during the second explosion. How terrifying do you think it was? Although I wasn't down there, the power of it could even shake the ground above," Bai Lin said, looking at Yun Meng.
"Moreover, we are all members of the same organization. I have no reason to deceive you, do I?" Bai Lin said, looking into Yun Meng's eyes.
Hearing this, Yun Meng fell into deep thought. At first, he had only expected a basic explosion. He never imagined that the subsequent explosions would indeed be sub-god to god-level in power, as Bai Lin claimed. This truly terrified Yun Meng. But what could he do? After all, it was a mission personally assigned by the Right Hall, and there was no alternative.
This was Yun Meng's inner thought.
At this moment, Yun Meng only wanted to find a way to avoid going to the ancient tomb of Chaotian, to leave a way out for himself and his District Seven. After all, no one wanted to end up like the Left Hall, taking so many experts from District Thirteen and never returning.
"Sister Bai Lin, is there any way we don't have to go?" Yun Meng said to Bai Lin. At this moment, Yun Meng's address to Bai Lin had shifted from the initial angry tone to addressing her as "sister," a complete 360-degree change in attitude.
"How could we not go! Don't forget, compared to the ruthlessness of the Left Hall, the Right Hall is even more terrifying. I fear if you even voice such a thought, you might end up down there joining the Left Hall,"
"However, I do have a way to minimize the losses for your people."
"What way?" Yun Meng asked.
"Go and recruit temporary workers from District Thirteen locally, and have them replace your District Seven personnel in descending the tomb," Bai Lin said.
"But to become a temporary worker in District Thirteen, don't they all need technical assessments? Even administrative positions require research assessments. Where will I find so many high-level talents in such a short time?" Yun Meng said.
Although District Thirteen was a dark organization, every individual within it had a normal salary standard, as well as funding for drug research and trials. The methods to advance one's position included direct reassignment by superiors or improving one's standing in District Thirteen by completing numerous missions.