"We've never had accidents in all of the buildings we've constructed. Someone must have purposely caused this. Who's in charge of the construction in Bramble Garden? Is he here? Why didn't he inform the headquarters in advance and allow this situation to escalate?" Credence scolded angrily.

"Mr. Scott, he's already here. He's waiting in the conference room."

Benjamin knew that if this matter got out of hand, it would be a dire problem. Therefore, he had called the person in charge in advance.

Credence narrowed his eyes into a cold gleam and strode to the conference room.

A middle-aged man had long stood trembling in the spacious room. As soon...