The mentor only joined the institute five years ago, so the name Sinai was unfamiliar to him.
But the surname Leaangle, he definitely knew of.
One of the most prestigious surnames in the City of the World.
What shocked the mentor, however, was the "SS-level" rank.
The institute also ranks according to contributions, inventions, and IQ.
The stronger one is, the higher their rank.
And in the institute’s over six hundred years of history, there have been fewer than ten SS-level researchers.
The portraits of these researchers are all hung in the outermost corridor.
Simon Grand was one of them, and he was also the only one to voluntarily leave the City of the World.
In short, being rated SS-level is equivalent to the status of the institute’s dean.
Even the deans of the two major departments fall short.
The mentor’s hand trembled.
This photo was taken ten years ago.
At that time, Sinai Leaangle was already the highest-ranking researcher at the institute.
And most importantly, she was only 16 years old at the time.
A true scientific genius of the Leaangle Family.
The current generation’s Bier Leaangle in the main house was simply not on the same level as Sinai.
Not only that, she had to call Sinai her aunt.
But shortly after being promoted to SS-level researcher, Sinai disappeared.
The entire institute was frantically searching for her, especially Dean Norman.
He even personally visited the Leaangle family several times but got no information.
The Leaangle family publicly claimed that Fifth Miss Sinai had gone out for adventure, and they didn’t know where she was either.
Dean Norman did not believe it.
But he never found Sinai, only occasionally receiving new inventions from her.
She was his most prized student, and just disappeared like that.
Dean Norman looked at the mentor, his voice slow: "You tell me, do you want to arrest her now and send her to your Genetics Laboratory?"
"No way!" Cold sweat appeared on the mentor’s forehead, he handed back the phone to Dean Norman and respectfully stepped back, "Miss Sinai sent someone in, how could we dare to touch her."
If only
This is an SS-level researcher, how could they dare to contend with Sinai?
The mentor, drenched in cold sweat, returned, legs shaking.
He never expected an initial level trainee to have been vouched for by an SS-level researcher.
Dean Norman did not pay him any more attention, hurrying to the dormitory building.
**
In the dormitory, Ying Zijin was on a call with Xiu.
The door knocked at this moment.
She pressed the mute button and went to open the door.
"Ying, right? I am the Dean of the Mechanical and Aeronautics Institute, you can call me Norman." Dean Norman got straight to the point, "I know you were vouched for by Sinai, can you tell me where she is now?"
Ying Zijin’s expression paused slightly.
Sinai had told her that the person who drugged her was never found.
She had pretended to disappear to protect those around her from harm.
Ying Zijin was eighty percent sure that the person who drugged Sinai also belonged to that Black Skull organization.
"Sorry." In the end, Ying Zijin still did not tell the truth, "I have never met her; she always contacted me online."
The light in the old man’s eyes gradually dimmed, and his hand lowered: "If...if you see her, you must tell her we are all waiting for her."
Ying Zijin was silent for a moment: "I will."
"I won’t disturb you anymore." Dean Norman smiled, "Rest assured, the students from the Biogenetics Institute won’t trouble you again."
He turned and left, his back looking notably older.
Ying Zijin watched the old man depart before closing the door and picking up the call again: "Continue."
"Where was I? Oh, right." Xiu recalled, complaining for once, "It’s really troublesome; I’m not a combat-type Sage."
While inputting the information Xiu gave her into the computer and transmitting it to Fu Yunshen, Ying Zijin asked, "Combat-type?"
"Yes, you know my special ability, absolute concealment, has nothing to do with combat." Xiu said, "Of course, even though I’m not a combat-type Sage, I can still KO those super warriors modified by the Biogenetics Institute with one punch."
Ying Zijin was familiar with the combat power of super warriors.
SS-level super warriors had combat power comparable to a three-hundred-year cultivation ancient martial artist, the maximum attainable through genetic modification.
To enter one of the Four Great Knight Orders, the minimum rating was B.
B-level super warriors were still not at the level of an ancient martial grandmaster.
Even though Xiu was not a combat-type Sage, he could easily kill a three-hundred-year cultivation ancient martial artist.
How strong must a combat-type Sage be, then?
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