Ma Biaoâs smile froze on his face.
He was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly burst into anger, slapping the table as he stood up:
"Zhuo Feng! Youâre spouting nonsense! Iâve been loyal to the organization, what right do you have to slander me?"
"Slander?"
Zhuo Fengâs lips curled into a contemptuous arc:
"Just now, you tried to contact your superior, didnât you?"
"Zhuo, youâve never liked me, but thatâs no reason to fabricate such a flimsy excuse to smear me!"
Embarrassed and furious, Ma Biao tore off his floral shirt and slammed it onto the ground.
"Come, come, today Iâll let you search me all you want and see if Iâm carrying any communication devices!"
He spread his arms, revealing the tight white tank top and knotted muscles underneath.
He even turned around, striking a few poses to show off his physique to the others in the meeting room to prove his innocence.
A few cadre members who were close to him couldnât help but murmur quietly:
"Director Zhuo, isnât there some misunderstanding? We trust Old Maâs character."
"Yeah, without evidence, you shouldnât speak carelessly..."
Xu Hao and Chen Chen exchanged a glance amidst the crowd, seeing in each otherâs eyes the relief of having survived the ordeal.
The two couldnât help but feel curious about how Ma Biao, the insider taking the blame for them, was discovered.
"Not until deathâs door do you shed tears."
Zhuo Feng snorted coldly, then raised his hand, pressing the communication switch on his earpiece, and ordered:
"Black Eagle Squad, A Team, target the conference hall, secure the scene immediately."
Just as the words fell, the heavy double doors of the meeting room were pushed open with force.
With the sound of footsteps, hunters dressed in black combat suits and wielding assault rifles poured in, blocking the entrance completely.
The tactical sights on their gun barrels flashing red locked onto everyone inside.
The atmosphere in the meeting room dropped to freezing points instantly, with all the leaders and heads looking at each other, silent as cicadas in winter.
In the oppressive silence, only the crisp sound of gun parts colliding could be heard.
"What are you doing? Trying to play some interrogation torture?"
Ma Biaoâs expression changed repeatedly, but he continued to talk tough:
"Iâve made contributions to the organization, Iâve bled for the bosses! Do you think just saying a few words can convict an eighth-level cadre?"
He stiffened his neck, with a stance of stubborn denial.
Zhuo Feng curled his lip, looking at him as if assessing a dead man.
"Old Ma."
Off to the side, Feng Jincai, unruffled, patted the metal case in his hand and walked forward slowly.
"Let me be honest with you, to catch you, this deeply hidden mole, we specially orchestrated todayâs setup to draw the snake out of its hole."
"Minister Luo even specially invited an Inspector from headquarters, Master Jia Sangyi, who initially interviewed you."
"Heâs a distinguished A-Class Spiritual Ability User, capable of real-time monitoring of every personâs mental fluctuations here. If youâre willing, I can arrange for him to read your memory personally."
At these words, everyone couldnât help but gasp.
Reading memory is more bone-chilling and a fate worse than death compared to any physical torture.
Even a slight oversight could make the recipient a complete idiot.
"So, do you still want to argue?"
Feng Jincai spoke lightly, a cat-and-mouse smile on his face:
"Oh, and by the way, the mysterious person you attempted to contact is likely already apprehended by Minister Luo himself."
Seemingly to confirm his words.
From below the building, the faint sounds of gunfire echoed, short and intense, like a string of firecrackers going off.
Then, the marble tiles beneath everyoneâs feet trembled slightly.
Even though weakened by the buildingâs structure, the tremor was still significant.
Evidently, a fierce battle was erupting in the depths of the laboratory floor below.
Ma Biaoâs face turned ghastly pale in an instant.
He knew he was finished.
The next second, all the anger and bewilderment on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by an almost maniacal ferocity.
"Since youâve found me out, letâs all die together!"
He let out a roar that scarcely sounded human as his tank top and pants burst apart.
Rip! The ripped fabric scraps scattered everywhere.
Ma Biaoâs muscles swelled rapidly, thick black hair covering his body like moss.
His bones emitted a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound, and with sharp splitting noises, his fingers turned into gleaming, sharp claws.
In just two seconds, a werewolf over two and a half meters tall, exuding a furious aura, appeared in the meeting room!
"Seize him!"
Zhuo Feng shouted sternly.
The other cadres, amid this series of terrifying changes, appeared at a loss.
Some were mindful of old friendships, some aware of their lack of power, yet none dared to step forward.
In their view, Ma Biao was a dignified eighth-level cadre, and it should be figures like Zhuo Feng and Feng Jincai to take action.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several hunters in the front row reacted quickly, immediately raising their guns to fire.
Fire erupted from the muzzles, bullets accurately hitting the target with muffled "thud" sounds.
But they only embedded into the thick muscles, spraying some blood without inflicting lethal harm.
The werewolf Ma Biao transformed into was riddled with bullet holes, apparently feeling no pain.
He swiped a paw, and the heavy conference table ripped open a huge rift like paper.
Half of the table was easily lifted by him to block the incoming bullets and then hurled fiercely at the nearest hunters and cadres.