Chloe Sinclair was holding a glass flask, observing the reaction of a burning iron wire inside. At Eight's warning, she instinctively glanced out the window.
"There are three groups in total. The first is outside the main gate. They're the bodyguards Boss Shaw sent for you and have no malicious intent."
"The second group is on the small hill to the south of the lab. They look like paparazzi—five of them, all holding cameras. Their malice level toward you isn't high, either."
"But the third group... the highest malice level among them is 50. The system hasn't been able to confirm their true identities, and their online profiles are likely fake. In any case, Host, please be careful."
Upon hearing this, Chloe Sinclair put down the experimental flask. She slowly approached the window and peered down, her gaze sweeping over the small patch of woods outside the lab. She immediately spotted three men in black, secretly hiding in the bushes.
