Chapter 194 "Madam Bai"

There is a separate elevator there that requires special access to operate and leads directly to the most restricted area of ​​the prison.

The elevator doors were closed, and next to them was a biometric lock that was flashing a faint blue light.

Time passed second by second.

On the tablet screen, the density of red dots in area B reached a peak, and even yellow markers representing higher-authority commanders began to move in that direction.

On the prison's public address system, instructions for troop deployments and area lockdowns became increasingly frequent and urgent.

Now!

A fierce glint flashed in Fu Lilian's eyes, and like a night raiding force that had finally received a signal flare, she suddenly darted out of the shadows!

Her movements were swift as lightning, yet they possessed a peculiar precision, as if they had been rehearsed countless times beforehand.

Instead of heading towards the conspicuous biometric lock, she quickly went to the wall next to the elevator.

It looked perfectly smooth, but she stretched out her fingers and tapped rapidly at several specific spots on the wall in a certain rhythm.

"Da, da da, da..."

After a faint knocking sound, almost drowned out by the distant alarm, a metal panel on the wall slid silently away, revealing a hidden, complex panel with a physical key jack.

This is clearly some kind of emergency mechanical passage to prevent complete failure of the electronic system.

Fu Lilian took out a strangely shaped metal key from inside her work clothes—it wasn't something Fu Lilian could have originally possessed, but rather a "ticket" that she had painstakingly obtained through some channel.

She inserted the key into the lock and turned it hard!

“Clang…clang clang…”

The heavy, muffled sound of mechanical gears turning echoed, seemingly emanating from the deepest part of the building.

Immediately afterwards, the elevator door that required biometric identification quietly slid open a crack on the side, just wide enough for one person to pass through!

Clearly, this mechanical key has the highest emergency priority, bypassing electronic verification directly!

Without the slightest hesitation, Fu Lilian slipped into the elevator.

The elevator is more spacious than a regular elevator, but it has no buttons, only a sensor area similar to a palm print scanner.

She took a deep breath and placed her right hand, which was wearing a special thin-film glove, on the sensor area.

The simulated palmprint data stream from the glove instantly flooded into the system.

The elevator jolted slightly, and the doors quickly closed.

No up or down indicator lights were on, but Fu Lilian could feel a slight, continuous acceleration—the elevator was descending!

Her target was not the top-floor living quarters or command center of the prison, but a deeper, more secretive place.

There lies the true secret of this deep-sea prison, and even the forces behind it, which may also be the "key" she must obtain or destroy on her path to revenge.

The elevator descended at a steady speed in the confined space, leaving the noise and chaos on the top floor far behind.

Fu Lilian leaned against the cold carriage wall, closed her eyes, and only her slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed the turbulent waves in her heart.

Her plan has taken its most crucial and dangerous step.

The chaos caused by Su Xiaonuan and Lu Zheng provided the perfect cover for her to unleash her "hidden blade."

Beneath the deep sea, different currents are surging simultaneously.

After descending for about three minutes, the elevator gave a slight jolt and came to a stop.

Fu Lilian opened her eyes, and the sedan chair doors slid open silently to both sides.

The doorway led not to the expected corridor or hall, but to a narrow transitional space, barely large enough for one person to stand in.

Directly in front of you is a heavy alloy door with gold embossed patterns—the patterns are twisted and intertwined, and upon closer inspection, they resemble the image of Prometheus, the fire-stealer from some ancient myth, bound to a cliff.

Fu Lilian took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator.

The air in the transition space was colder than that in the upper prison, with a near-sterile cleanliness, yet it also carried a strange smell of old blood rust mixed with disinfectant.

She walked to the door, but instead of acting immediately, she listened intently.

Faint voices could be heard coming from inside the door—two voices, one male and one female.

She recognized the male voice; it was Han Ming.

The female voice is steady and indifferent, carrying a sense of composure that comes from long-held high positions, with each syllable conveying a carefully calculated sense of distance.

Fu Lilian's lips curled into a cold smile.

She reached out and, without using any key or password, simply placed her right hand, which was covered by a thin film glove, into an inconspicuous recess in the door.

Palmprint data streams flooded the access control system once again.

Three seconds later, accompanied by an almost inaudible hydraulic release sound, the gold-patterned door slid open a crack inward.

The indoor lighting is much brighter than the transitional space, and it has a cool white tone that simulates natural light.

The room was large and decorated in a minimalist modernist style, but every piece of furniture and every decoration exuded understated luxury—a large obsidian desk, two ergonomic chairs that looked expensive, and an entire wall of built-in display cabinets filled with various works of art and specimens that she couldn't name but were obviously priceless.

Two people are sitting opposite each other on either side of the desk.

Han Ming is on the left.

Today, instead of his signature studded Doc Martens and punk-style jacket, he wore a well-tailored dark gray suit. His pink and black hair was meticulously combed back, revealing his smooth forehead and those captivating eyes that always held a cynical smile.

But at this moment, there was no smile in his eyes, only a calm, almost empty, coldness.

His sitting posture seemed casual, but Fu Lilian could tell at a glance that all the muscles in his body were in a state of tension, like a trapped beast that was forced into a corner but was still looking for a chance to fight back.

On the right is a woman who looks to be around fifty years old and well-maintained.

She wore a white Chanel-style suit skirt, her hair was neatly styled in a bun at the back of her head, revealing her slender neck and earlobes adorned with pearl studs.

Her face had soft features, slender eyebrows and eyes, and thin lips painted with a dusty rose lipstick.

Overall, she looks like an elegant and capable female executive who stepped out of the pages of a financial magazine.

But her eyes—that calm, indifferent gaze, as if she viewed everything as if it were an experimental sample—betrayed her, revealing that she was far more complex than she appeared.

At this moment, the atmosphere between the two was stagnant and tense, with a silent standoff filling the air.

The sound of Fu Lilian pushing open the door broke the deathly silence.

Both of their eyes immediately turned to her.

Han Ming's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, then quickly returned to calm, though his fingers resting on his knees curled slightly.

The middle-aged woman—whom Fu Lilian knew by name, one of the true controllers behind Ma Guofu, a core decision-maker of the Sacred Heart Society, codenamed "Madam Bai"—simply raised her eyelids slightly, her gaze lingering on Fu Lilian's face for a moment before turning back to Han Ming, as if Fu Lilian's intrusion was just a trivial matter.