Catastrophe Containment Facility

That afternoon, the gathering at the Sanctuary came alive again.

The man in the metallic suit presided over the meeting as usual.

One by one, attendees entered the venue—Gong Baoding, Miao Miaomiao, Zhangsun Jing, Feng Ruixing, Heng An, Li Dazhuang, and Wen Wen, who joined the meeting in a philosophical form.

To call it a meeting was somewhat of a misnomer—it was more like a party or gathering, almost akin to a senior activity center, vastly different from what Wen Wen had initially envisioned. It was simply a group of people getting together to eat, drink, and play.

With fine wines, delicacies, and various entertainment props, supported by Feng Ruixing’s finances, this place lacked nothing compared to outside entertainment venues except for live dealers.

But Wen Wen felt this atmosphere was quite pleasant. Battling monsters was tense enough; being too serious now wouldn’t be good.

So, the original plan for the meeting had already been discarded by Wen Wen, who now aimed to turn it into a pub exclusively for Containment Officers, providing a relaxing place for those scattered around the world.

Today was also payday. With the SRS Foundation growing stronger, the Sanctuary’s funds were quite sufficient.

Thanks to the efforts of the Containment Officers, the Sanctuary was growing significantly, and Wen Wen’s collection of monsters and Containment Items was gradually increasing.

So, Wen Wen was no longer stingy with money. The salaries awarded this time were much more substantial; each person’s red envelope was bulky, considerably higher than what they received from the Hunters Association.