There was currently a luster to Zi's face. Though it was faint, if one were to look at her carefully, it could still be easily seen. It was as if a cool, refreshing rain had washed away the dust, revealing the unique freshness of life within, making her even more attractive. *** Four hours later, in the rainy outskirts of London, a Mercedes-Benz S600 brought a group of visitors to a manor. The manor's lawn had obviously been carefully managed. The style of the manor announced that the manor itself was at least 300 years old. The interior of the manor had a traditional feel with an old gramophone, a European style fireplace, an old wooden bar, and a wine table. Just as Sheyan began to wonder if Zi was taking them here for a one-day tour of an ancient European castle, they reached a sparsely laid out bedroom, which had obviously been deliberately decorated in the same traditional style as the rest of the manor. The heavy Scottish wool carpet on the floor was the only commendable thing about the room. Suddenly, Sheyan felt his entire body shaking slightly. No, not his body, the whole room was faintly trembling because it was moving down. Sheyan immediately understood that this was no room, it was a carefully concealed elevator. When he got out of the elevator, he saw in front of him neat office desks, microscopes, test tubes, Petri dishes, and people who were busily moving about. It was a bustling scene. "The consortium have always had some business in the grey areas, so just to be safe, these kinds of laboratories which may cause legal disputes are well-hidden from public view," she led him forward as she explained.