Inside the narrow elevator, the two massive Tier 3 Strength-type Baptized occupied nearly two-thirds of the space!
The atmosphere became tense as they entered.
At this moment, Jonathan, the steward, wished he could crawl into the elevator's ventilation shaft to avoid upsetting the young man with the flamboyant hairstyle. He was afraid any wrong move might displease the young man's bodyguards.
Summer Cold, however, maintained his usual expressionless, icy demeanor, seemingly ignoring the people around him as if they were air.
This reaction caused the two bodyguards to furrow their brows. Who exactly was this guy?
If he were an ordinary drifter, seeing their Tier 3 strength would certainly induce fear, causing him to tremble and dare not even breathe.
But if he was on equal footing with them, or even more powerful, how could they not sense any special aura emanating from him?
Just as the two bodyguards were about to question the suspicious person's identity, the elevator dinged.
The sound of the elevator's chime indicated they had reached the tenth floor.
"Hey, what are you two spacing out for? My dad didn't hire you just to stand around."
The young man with the ordinary aura had already exited the elevator and impatiently urged the two Tier 3 apocalypse warriors.
Reluctantly, the two powerful but now subordinate warriors glanced at Summer Cold and then followed him out of the elevator.
Ding~
The elevator doors closed.
The heavy atmosphere instantly dissipated, and Jonathan, who had been holding his breath until his face turned red, finally relaxed and began to breathe normally.
"Phew~ I almost suffocated. How did this young master suddenly take an interest in the office area? And why did you still dare to stare at his bodyguards? You should know he is…"
"Your company's young master?"
Before Jonathan could finish, Summer Cold nonchalantly replied. Given the situation, even a fool could guess—Baptized acting as bodyguards for an ordinary person?
Either he was extremely wealthy, or he held significant power, to the extent that he could control the rules of the apocalypse.
"Oh, so you know that. Then you shouldn't stare at him. He is one of the founders of the Komodo Mercenary Company, Trov's son."
Jonathan wiped his cold sweat, feeling as though Summer Cold was oblivious to the need for humility when facing someone who could control their lives.
In the face of those who hold the power of life and death, it's beneficial to be humble when necessary.
"Hmm."
Summer Cold responded indifferently, almost causing Jonathan to choke with anger.
"Ugh… When we meet Patrick later, don't maintain that sour face. He's already in a bad mood…"
Ding~
Just as Jonathan was still advising Summer Cold on what to be cautious of, the elevator reached the top floor.
However, the scene here was not what Summer Cold had imagined.
He had expected this to be the nerve center of the entire fortress, heavily guarded with checkpoints every few steps and machine guns every five steps.
But it wasn't.
The spacious top floor corridor was empty. There were no guards or even any clutter, and it was impeccably clean. The milk-white ceramic tiles were polished to the extent that they reflected images clearly.
Moreover, the corridor only had a few office doors and a general manager's office at the end.
Jonathan, seeing Summer Cold's confusion, explained, "Actually, there's one more crucial thing you need to know—Patrick has a severe obsession with cleanliness. He can't tolerate any mess. Since you're reasonably clean, I brought you directly. Don't make any gestures like nose-picking when you enter his office!"
Summer Cold, upon hearing this, scoffed. In an era where everyone struggled to get by, it seemed only these people retained such ingrained quirks.
After Jonathan's lengthy advice on proper behavior, Summer Cold followed him down the corridor to the spacious door at the end.
The narrow corridor now only contained the two of them. The silence was almost eerie, with their footsteps echoing faintly with each step.
As Summer Cold passed a few closed office doors along the corridor, his keen hearing caught a faint buzzing sound.
It seemed like the noise from machinery, though not very loud. Otherwise, it would have been out of place for someone as particular about noise as Patrick.
When they reached the last office door, which had a window, Summer Cold casually glanced inside.
His expressionless face suddenly widened with surprise!
Inside the final office, a group of people in white lab coats, resembling scholars or professors, were busy. They were holding notebooks, seemingly recording or calculating data from screens. The desk was cluttered with various chemical apparatuses, as if they were researching something intricate.
However, Summer Cold's attention was not on these activities. It was on the large whiteboard covered with numerous equations and formulas.
Amidst the densely written calculations, Summer Cold's precise vision locked onto a single phrase: "Land of the Dead Cold"!
This was the place name that had haunted his dreams!
Besides that, he also saw "Mechanical Maze City" and "Sea Emperor Waters," strange names that might also be code names for ancient mysterious bases.
It seemed that Komodo Company, along with other organizations, was also searching for the answers Summer Cold sought!
After discovering this significant secret, Summer Cold's expression almost instantly reverted to his usual cold demeanor, as if nothing had happened, and he walked past the mysterious room.
Although he and the Komodo Company had the same goal, it didn't necessarily mean they would become allies. Revealing his intentions might only bring him more trouble.
Summer Cold originally intended to ask Patrick if he knew about this place name, but it seemed unnecessary now. He would need to find an opportunity to infiltrate the office he had just glimpsed.
Not long after passing the mysterious office, they arrived at the end of the corridor, in front of Patrick's spacious office door.
An old-era general manager's nameplate still hung on the door, untouched.
Jonathan signaled Summer Cold to remain silent, then approached the door and carefully knocked three times.
"Mr. Patrick, I've brought the person up. The guards downstairs should have informed you."
After Jonathan spoke, there was a lazy voice from inside after about three seconds.
"Hmm, come in."