Wolfric, accompanied by his eight capable subordinates and escorted by Wael's group, entered the research institute at a leisurely pace.
The deeper they went, the more astonished Wolfric was.
The scale of the institute was enormous, shocking even him.
Not only were there high walls, but there were also bodyguards dressed in black suits everywhere. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that there were bodyguards every few steps.
Wolfric even noticed that the bodyguards had bulges in their suit jackets, revealing the outline of pistol handles.
For a moment, Wolfric doubted whether he had overestimated himself.
The private armed forces here were stronger than he had anticipated. Although he had eight veteran super-soldiers with him and the Special Forces waiting outside, he still felt he had taken a risk.
If not for the urgency to destroy the Charleigh family's Shadow Research Institute and obtain all of its information before Nathan, he wouldn't have put himself in danger.
However, it was too late for regrets now. Since he was already there, Wolfric reckoned he ought to make the best of it.
Although Wolfric felt he had gotten a little carried away, as the Ariarican God of War with extensive battle experience, he wasn't afraid.
Soon, they arrived at Wael's office, guided by Wael himself.
Wael smiled and said, “Admiral Welz, please have a seat. Dannie, bring some coffee for our guest.”
“Yes, Mr. Wael.”
A rather alluring secretary named Dannie, who was wearing glasses and a professional suit, made coffee according to Wael's instructions and brought it in.
She placed a cup of coffee in front of Wolfric.
Wael picked up a cup of coffee, gestured to Wolfric, and said, “This is the finest civet coffee, Admiral Welz. Please have a taste.”
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