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Ding Huanliang was wearing a beautiful black suit and a brand-new lotus badge. He was sitting on the sofa in the work area of ​​Jianghan No. [-] Repair Plant. The sofa was moved from the office area on the second floor. The worker stood in front of him, looking tense.

"Who the hell is it?" He crossed his legs, his beautiful light-colored hair was loosely pulled back with pomade, and in his hand was a small steel rod for removing bone parts. "I don't remember the face, come out and admit it yourself."

The small workers looked at each other in blank dismay.

"That's right," Ding Huanliang smiled, "You guys are used to seeing big guys like me, so you probably don't have any impression." He stood up, "I came to pick up the bones a month ago, and the factory numbers are B-6 and B -7, there is one of you, the boss, show me face."

The scene was silent, no one dared to speak out.

"Of course, I was not a secretary's assistant at that time." Ding Huanliang said lightly, but his eyes were fierce. It was just a trivial matter, but he would take revenge.

Still no one admits.

"Okay, your team spirit is commendable," Ding Huanliang threw away the steel rod with a ding, "then we will share the blessings, each of you will get a hundred slaps," he roared, "slap yourself!"

He went back to the sofa and sat down, staring at the dozens of workers who slapped themselves in front of them, their voices were uneven and not loud enough, far from when he was the boss at No. 88: "Hold hard, it hurts my heart to hear it! "

In a quiet corner of the factory area, there were resounding slaps. A younger brother ran in and leaned into Ding Huanliang's ear: "Assistant, there is a meeting at the headquarters. The secretary is waiting for you in the conference room on the ninth floor."

Ding Huanliang stood up, stretched the front of his suit, and gave orders as he walked out: "Puff! Don't stop, give me a hundred strokes!"

This is the taste of power. He buttoned up his suit and walked along the narrow passage into the dyeing society building, which is the center of power in the world. He took the elevator and arrived at the heart of this power network.

The ninth floor is the meeting room of Jianghan Center, which is more than 300 square meters. There is a large obsidian table in the middle, and the main seat is the president's seat, which is empty at this time.

On both sides of the big table are the seats of the four major branch chiefs. The last seat is the secretary seat. The first secretary has been vacant for many years, and the second secretary did not show up. Only He Feifan was sitting there.

Ding Huanliang stood behind He Feifan according to the rules. He was so beautiful that the eyes of the whole conference room followed him.

Yu Ze didn't show up, there were so many people in the room, but they didn't speak to each other. He Feifan's right hand diagonally in front of him was Guan Tieqiang, the president of the Western Branch. His name was masculine, but he was thin and thin.

The shoe is a good shoe, but there is an ugly stain on the upper.

This is a confidential meeting room, protected from fire, bombing, and monitoring. Except for the six first-level cadres present and their heads and assistants, the younger brother can't follow in. come over."

Ding Huanliang leaned over.

Guan Tieqiang pointed to the stain on the shoe: "Wipe it for me."

This is power, level upon level.

Ding Huanliang's face froze, he obediently took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket, and was about to wipe it, when He Feifan stood up, took the handkerchief from him, and said in a low voice, "Go down!"

He looked angry, but everyone in the room could see that he was reluctant.

He Feifei personally, bent over, cleaned Guan Tieqiang's shoes.

Footsteps were heard in the corridor, Yuzawa arrived, wearing a well-fitting navy blue dark flower suit, behind him was a small black skeleton, Om Guardian, his personal bodyguard.

There are six types of bones in the Dharma Guardian series, Om, Ma, Ni, Ba, Mi, Hum, from the Lion Hall era, and it was Qianjun Bairuer's bodyguard group. After the Jianghan decisive battle, only this one remained.

Yuzawa was seated, and as soon as he sat down, the atmosphere in the meeting room was different, with a sense of cohesive tension.

"The situation of Jialantang in Lancheng," Yuzawa opened the electronic recorder, and said concisely, "Old Guan."

Guan Tieqiang was named and leaned forward: "President, Lancheng is a closed fortress, and it has been self-contained since the Lion Hall era. We have no effective monitoring methods."

The office of the Western Branch is in the prison city of Xingdu, 980 kilometers east of Lancheng. In other words, Lancheng is thousands of miles away from the actual control area of ​​the dyeing society. Rather than saying that there is no effective monitoring method, it is better to say that the Western Branch has long since given up. This frontier fortress that was fighting alone.

Yuzawa didn't speak.

Si Jie's eyes moved: "Old Guan, you are wrong. Lancheng ranks No. [-] in the west in terms of armament and population. How dare you say you have no means?"

"That's enough, Sihu." Guan Tieqiang didn't give any face, and called Si Jie by his nickname, "You don't even say whether your northern branch will leave the customs, and you even lost Beifu and Taitu two cities, and you still have the face to criticize me. ?”

Si Jie didn't get angry: "Tai Tu has already returned, and he will give you a Ulan Qia."

"Yes, you have the means," Guan Tieqiang sneered, turned his eyes, and brought in the other two branch managers, "The three of you are all good places. As for me, I don't need anything in the west, as long as Xingdu's natural conditions and geographical location are barely enough. If you can take it out, it’s still a fucking prison city!”

The routine pantothenic acid, everyone is used to it.

"The two of you quarrel when you meet." The person who took over was a young woman with short hair and a burn scar on her forehead. She was the branch chief of the Southern Branch, Peacock Ling Liuchen. "Let's talk about something practical."

Diagonally across from her is Tian Shaoshi from the Dongfang Branch, with downcast eyes, cherishing words like gold.

"Actually," Guan Tieqiang groaned, "President, to be honest, I can't control Lancheng. They don't have such long arms. They haven't made troubles these years, so they are busy fighting with the hillbillies in the west. Let them fight. "

Yuzawa closed the electronic recorder, and said in a deep voice, "For Jialantang, I want a policy, everyone, whether to exterminate or recruit."

Everyone was taken aback, especially He Feifan and Ding Huanliang.

Recruitment is a policy that has never appeared before. If the recruitment is successful, Jialantang will become a part of the dyeing society and become a core force comparable to the four major branches and Jianghan Center.

Ding Huanliang couldn't help it.

"President," Si Jie frowned, "you should think twice."

"What's there to think about?" Guan Tieqiang wrestled with him. "It's good to recruit security. It doesn't cost a single soldier. Throw it to the two cities of Jialantang, what Beifu and Taitu, and they will stop."

"Guan Tieqiang!" Si Jie changed his previous calmness, "Galantang is not an ordinary person, if they surrender openly, it is likely to lure wolves into the house."

Guan Tieqiang's expression also changed. Across a large black table, he revealed his true ferocious face: "What is Zhao'an, Si Jie?" The club's barbed chains!"

Ding Huanliang felt chills. The people at this table chatted calmly, and they didn't even bat an eye when they killed someone. To be able to sit in this seat, some rely on yin, some rely on ruthlessness, and they are all different.

"Hmm..." Yuzawa pondered for a while, then spoke again, and said another thing, "I joined the Lion Hall at the age of 16, and raised the flag of rebellion at the age of 20, why?"

No one can answer, can answer, but dare not answer.

"Because my family was destroyed," he tapped the table lightly, "my parents, siblings, all died in the club fire, and I have no way out."

The meeting room was silent.

"If I can bring my family back to life with today's power, I won't hesitate."

Several branch managers looked at each other, and the manager was hinting that he prefers gentleness to war.

"The matter of Jialantang," he gestured to dismiss the meeting, "Let's discuss it later."

Discuss again, let the branch managers go back to unify the caliber, and give him a unanimous answer when they come up next time.

Suppression is clear killing, recruiting is assassination, it is no different for Ranshe, but it is very different for He Feifan and Ding Huanliang.

Branch managers left one after another, Yu Ze only let He Feifan stay and have lunch with him.

Lunch is at the Water Lily Hall on the seventh floor of the headquarters. It is an all-natural meal. The staple food is white rice. The dishes include lettuce, stewed chicken and a fish. Yuze and He Feifan sat down opposite each other. Hungry.

As soon as Yuzawa picked up the chopsticks, he said, "Fan Fei, based on your understanding of Jialantang," he looked straight at him, "Should we recruit or suppress?"

He put recruiting at the front of the suppression, and since He Feifan is clever at flattering, he should have followed this idea, but he said solemnly: "President, I'm afraid Jialantang will not be able to recruit."

"Oh?" Yuzawa took a bite of the fish with a slight smile.

"That..." He Feifei wanted to say "Cen Zhuo", and suddenly remembered that Yuze had said that Mount Sumeru was not allowed to mention this name in Jianghan, "The president of Jialan Hall is very ambitious, and he cannot be won over by just one or two cities. , and Zhu Yeliang next to him, that is an enemy of thousands of people, since he came out of Lianyun Pass, he has plundered the city, it is the time when he is full of arrogance, at this time, he is recruiting..."

Unless they're stupid.

"Since it's so powerful," Yuzawa said with a cold face, he chewed the green bamboo shoots loudly, "will it be replaced by Dyeshe?"

He Feifan was taken aback, "How is that possible?" His heart skipped a beat. The Dying Society took the power of the Lion Hall, and Yuze was always worried that someone would take his power too, "A pheasant in the mountains also wants to become a phoenix? "

Yuzawa stared at him faintly and smiled.

He Feifan broke out in a cold sweat.

At this time, a cadre came in, whispered something to Yuzawa, he put down his chopsticks, got up and left.

"Fuck," He Feifan relaxed his tense back, picked up a piece of chicken, "I'm scared to death," he didn't eat the meat, turned around and handed it to Ding Huanliang, like coaxing a child, "Ah——"

Ding Huanliang was confused, whether it was being fed or this stupid way of feeding meat: "You must be fucking sick."

"Hurry up," He Feifan glared at him, "You won't be able to eat after he comes back."

Ding Huanliang looked out the door, bent down, and bit He Feifan's chopsticks. The chicken was still hot, with the aroma of nature.

"Is it delicious?" the guy asked.

The delicious food is not chicken, but... Ding Huanliang didn't know where he got his madness, so he rubbed his greasy mouth on He Feifan's face and gave it a light pat.

This time, He Feifan was dumbfounded. Apart from being dumbfounded, he also felt a little shameless: "I'll go..." He showed a very rascal smile, "Just take the initiative with a piece of chicken, let's have another bite."

He caught fish for Ding Huanliang, and twisted his neck to watch him eat. After eating, he touched his straight suit material itchyly: "It may not be appropriate to say this now, my mother..." He smacked, "It's hard .”

Ding Huanliang looked down at him coldly, as if disgusted, grabbed his neck along the back with his hands, flicked the slightly longer hair, and suddenly grabbed his head back, dragging him to a satisfactory position. Position, put your lips together.

The taste of natural food is a rare luxury in this era, but no matter how luxurious it is, it can't compare to each other's saliva, which makes people want to burn like adding hallucinogens.

Ding Huanliang is not good at kissing, he always wants to escape after licking, but He Feifan thinks that he likes him too much, to the point of being overwhelmed.

They let go of each other, gasping for more, at the headquarters of the dyeing company, at Yuzawa's dinner table, they indulged in such obscene things.

Ding Huanliang pursed his lips unaccustomedly, and straightened his hair and neckline. He Feifan looked up at him, and wiped the wet and sticky corners of his mouth with a calm or mature gentleness.

When Yuzawa came back from the phone booth, what he saw was this scene. His newly promoted secretary and secretary assistant were the kind of relationship that could flirt anytime and anywhere.

There's nothing wrong with that, he walked into the restaurant, this kind of people usually don't have too much ambition.

The so-called "ambition" that makes Ding Huanliang and He Feifei toss and turn, in his opinion, is just a beggar's desire for a bowl of hot rice.

The two quickly separated, one was sitting upright, the other was as cold as ice, Yuze sat down slowly, glanced at He Feifan, and nodded his left cheek.

He Feifan was puzzled at first, but then he realized that it was because of Ding Huanliang's rub against him just now that it was oily.

He was embarrassed, and he was a bit of a man's informality, so he wiped it brightly.

From this, Yuzawa judged that this person was not petty.

"Let's get down to business," Yuzawa picked up his chopsticks, "Among the people in the meeting room just now, there was an undercover agent from Jialantang."

It was so sudden that He Feifan and Ding Huanliang didn't have time to react, they were both stunned.

"One of the four branch chiefs," Yuzawa said, eating chicken and white rice, gossiping, "I want you to find out for me."

He Feifan and Ding Huanliang were surprised. First of all, how could those local leopards in Jialantang insert undercover agents into Jianghan?Secondly, even if there was an undercover agent, how could it be at the level of the branch manager?In the end, it should be a confidant's job to identify undercover agents at the branch manager level. Why did you find them two?

"It's for sure," Yuzawa ate with gusto, "The Garan Hall has the background of the Lion Hall."

Ding Huanliang was surprised, and pushed He Feifan's shoulder. He Feifan immediately remembered: "President, when he was in Dalan, he did receive information from Shenyang. The president of Jialantang claimed to be the guardian of the peony lion."

Yuzawa raised his eyebrows: "After capturing the peony lion, I personally supervised the dismantling of the bones and disassembled them into seven parts: the infrared radiation engine, the optical eyepiece, the left-hand knife, the right-hand knife, the quantum cannon, the aircraft and the armor, and scattered them to seven distant places. , the main body of the skeleton remains in Jianghan."

This He Feifan knew that the left-hand knife was in Beifu, but it was a pity that it was robbed by Jialantang.

"But not long after it was dismantled," Yuzawa said, "the main body of the skeleton was inexplicably stolen from Jianghan. The traces on the scene showed that it was the remnants of the Lion Hall who swallowed the sword and horse."

This kind of thing of taking the pearl from the dragon's kiss in a calm manner is impossible without an internal response.

"The Peony Lion wants to restore its combat capabilities, the first thing it looks for is the engine," Yuzawa continued, "in Xianbelia."

He Feifan was dumbfounded. According to legend, Ma Shuangcheng fled to Xianbelia.

"The route that Jialantang is taking now is not accidental," Yuzawa stared into his eyes. "They have at least obtained Beifu's Zuoshifang and Taitu's Lion's Roar. The goal is clear and neat."

Ding Huanliang understood that there were probably only four branch managers who had a complete picture of these seven locations.

"The Swallowing Knife has reappeared outside the pass," Yuzawa whispered, "Maybe it's just the prelude to the Lion Hall's revenge plot."

So for a small Shenyang, the northern branch sent out the Chiguo Tianwang, and He Feifan suddenly realized that the exit of the Lotus Flag was just an excuse, and the Swallowing Sword was what Yuze really wanted.

He and Ding Huanliang looked at each other, that is to say, among the four powerful branch chiefs, the undercover agent of Lion Hall has been lurking for three full years!

Chapter 51 Begging in Wealth and Insurance┃Eyes, nose bridge, lips, in the end there is only one result, kiss.

He Feifan and Ding Huanliang went home, the car drove into the compound, bypassed the open-air swimming pool, and stopped in front of the four-story villa. The younger brother came to open the door, and the two got out of the car, one on the left and one on the right.

He Feifei seemed to be preoccupied, Ding Huanliang asked him, "What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking," He Feifei sighed, "The fate of the little people is so fucking sad."

Ding Huanliang rolled his eyes: "Are we small people?"

"It's not now, but it used to be," He Feifan said, "I saw the matter of Chiguo Tianwang's departure from customs when I was the leader of the Chaoyang Group of Beifutang, and when I was the third secretary of Jianghan Center. .”

Ding Huanliang raised his eyebrows.

"I was smug about it back then, and now I realize how fucking deep the water is."

Ding Huanliang understood what he said: "That's why we have to climb up. Only when we reach the height can we see the overall situation and the truth of the matter."

He Feifei nodded: "Thinking about me in the past, I thought I was shrewd and extraordinary, but I was actually just a pawn in the hands of a big shot."

They took the small elevator to the bedroom, the floor-to-ceiling windows opened to Changjiang, the half-closed gauze curtain was blown by the wind, it was a warm spring day, and summer was coming.

"By the way," Ding Huanliang went to the cloakroom to take off his watch and suit, "Yuze said that among the seven pieces of equipment that Peony Lion dismantled, one was an optical eyepiece. Do you think it's mine?"

He Feifan followed and stared at him: "Zui Yeliang snatched that from the skull crown?"

Throwing off the holster and trousers, Ding Huanliang came out wearing only a thin white shirt: "During the decisive battle in Beifu, he wore my eyepiece and held the left lion tooth in his hand."

"If it's true," He Feifan felt that he was hopeless, and was fascinated by the collar of his tightly buttoned shirt and the delicate jaw line on the collar, "Zhu Yeliang is the peony lion."

He said casually, but Ding Huanliang was stunned and stared at him: "I have been in No. 88 for seven years, and I have never heard of Zhu Yeliang. He suddenly appeared before and after the Tunsheng Dao reappeared in Shenyang."

He Feifan walked up, pinched his soft ear bones, and slowly pushed his slightly sweaty hair behind his ears.

"I'm fucking telling you business!"

"Tell me." He Feifei said in a low voice, like coaxing a kitten.

Dan Ding Huanliang is not a cat, staring at him, because it is too close, staring at nowhere is right, eyes, nose bridge, lips, in the end there is only one result, kiss, kiss countless times and never get tired of it.

He Feifei was like a kid, rubbing Ding Huanliang's shirt, trying to hug him several times, but Ding Huanliang resisted, he was never enthusiastic about such things, and dodged on tiptoes trembling: "Hey... Hey!"

"Huh?" He Feifan blew into his ear.

Over that shoulder, Ding Huanliang saw the red apples on the bedside, and suddenly remembered Tai Tu.

"I... want to eat an apple."

He Feifan turned around and looked at the fruit plate, panting hotly, obviously unwilling to let go, so he let go, he just took one of the three washed red fruits.

"I don't eat the skin." Ding Huanliang said again.

This is a bit difficult, He Feifei frowned, "You've always been skinny," he had never seen such a request, "Play me?"

Ding Huanliang knew that everyone's good cannot be placed on one person.

Are you disappointed? No, it's just that I'm too greedy.

"Forget it," he said, "suddenly I don't want to eat."

At this time, He Feifan took a bite of the apple.

Ding Huanliang was angry, he didn't want to peel the apple because he was bored, and he ate it by himself... He wanted to get angry, but he was afraid that it would be like making a fuss, so he held his breath, He Feifan turned the apple around, and there were rows of pitted teeth on the top. print.

"You fucking..." Ding Huanliang felt disgusted, "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you say you don't want to eat the skin?" He Feifei still gnawed with displeasure on his face, "I've been unlucky to find you for eight lifetimes, and I'm always troubled."

He wasn't eating an apple, but the apple peel that Ding Huanliang didn't want.

He may not know that wealthy families have the habit of peeling apples, and he may not know why Ding Huanliang made such absurd request, but he will do it for him, using his own method, maybe stupid, but direct.

"Here." He handed over the bare apple.

Like a mouse gnawed on it.

Ding Huanliang took it silently. This was probably the ugliest apple he had ever seen. It was so ugly that he couldn't eat it, but he took a big bite. The taste was so sweet.

"Hurry up and get down to business after eating." He Feifei took off his clothes in two or three strokes.

"Business?" Ding Huanliang sat down on the sofa with a cold face: "It's business to identify the four major branches. What do you think?"

"What do I think?" He Feifei sneered, "Why do I think it's useless? Whoever does this kind of thing will die, who are the four major branches, and a group of Taisui! Why did Yuze let us be the first birds, because We are easy to use and easy to throw away when we run out, I still don’t understand him!”

Ding Huanliang thought the same way: "Then what should I do?"

"Let's do it slowly, if you can't do it, it's not bad." He Feifan sat next to him, very annoying, and unbuttoned him one by one, "I said, your skin is really good..."

Ding Huanliang slapped his hand and changed his mind: "I have an idea."

He Feifei is serious.

"We started from the northern branch, and we are regarded as Si Jie's people. This backer must be jailed, and he advocates the elimination of Jialantang, which is consistent with our goal. Among the four major branches, the one who openly disagrees with him is..."

He Feifei replied, "Guan Tieqiang."

Ding Huanliang's eyes were ruthless: "This guy dares to ask the president's secretary to shine his shoes. I have to let him know how precious your bend is."

"But it is one of the four major branches after all." He Feifei hesitated, "Is it too risky?"

"Wealth and wealth are sought in danger," Ding Huanliang was very bold, just like when he decided to go to Taitu alone. "He is the weakest of the four branches, and he advocates recruiting Jialantang."

He Feifan thought for a while: "If it's not him, I'll plant it on him. If something goes wrong, Si Jie will take advantage of us for the sake of face."

Ding Huanliang smiled at him with an apple in his mouth.

He Feifan stared at him, kissed him hot on the face, the sofa creaked, and the unfinished apple rolled down, staining the expensive carpet.

Three days later, at night, Ding Huanliang, accompanied by his two younger brothers, secretly came to a private clinic in the suburbs of Jianghan City. The staff guided him to a ward with lights on the second floor. Surgery young woman.

Ding Huanliang signaled the staff to go out, and then the younger brother closed the door.

The woman sat up reluctantly and looked at him in fear. The younger brother roughly lifted the quilt and showed Ding Huanliang her lower body. There were no lower limbs there, and it was wrapped in two thick gauzes.

"Connection port," Ding Huanliang moved his finger, "Let me see."

The younger brother immediately went up and pulled the woman's hair. There was a fresh blood hole on the forehead on the right side. Ding Huanliang was not very satisfied: "Let them make it old."

The younger brother should claim to be.

Ding Huanliang observed this woman and read the information before coming here. She is 22 years old and has a four-year-old son: "Have you memorized what I taught you?"

The woman nodded tremblingly: "Brother, I..." Enduring the severe pain in her legs, she stretched out her hand, "My son, can you really send him to be a guardian?"

Ding Huanliang didn't bother to answer these words, so the younger brother answered for him: "Don't worry, I had an operation yesterday, and I asked you to do things for us, of course I will take care of you."

The woman burst into tears, unable to tell whether it was pain or relief: "Okay...that's good, if he succeeds in the future, I'll be worth it even if I go to hell."

This is a mother, very ordinary, who goes through fire and water for her child.

The bait was fine, Ding Huanliang led his younger brother away quickly, and before getting into the car, he turned around and said, "Her son, find a good place."

The younger brother is a little hesitant.

"Huh?" Ding Huanliang said in a deep voice.

"I was sent for surgery yesterday..." the younger brother confessed, "He died on the operating table."

Ding Huanliang was surprised: "What's going on!"

"Four years old, too young..."

This is a helpless thing, no one wants him to die, Ding Huanliang was at a loss for a moment, he looked upstairs at the lighted room, the woman inside didn't know that her hope of exchanging her legs had been shattered.

She will never know.

Back home, Ding Huanliang felt exhausted facing He Feifan's generous embrace: "Everything is ready, you can report, you can enter the cage at any time."

A week later, on the last Friday of spring, the four branch managers happened to be in Jianghan. At 02:30 in the morning, Si Jie, Guan Tieqiang, Liu Chen, and Tian Shaoshi were woken up by the phone ringing at the same time. The secretary office ordered them to go to the headquarters immediately. Situation briefing.

The location of the notification was on the third floor, which is very abnormal. There are only a few interrogation rooms on the third floor, which are usually used to interrogate internal officials. He Feifan greeted them at the elevator entrance. Guan Tieqiang knew that he was Si Jie's, and cursed: "No one is allowed in the middle of the night. Sleep, what are you looking for us, where is the president?"

This was exactly the order of the president, and He Feifan respectfully invited them into four separate rooms, each room was five square meters, with a chair in the center, a one-way glass opposite, and a woman on the other side of the glass. He had no legs, and was locked on the torture chair with an electronic lock, pitifully hunched over.

The four branch managers couldn't see each other, but the expressions on their faces were the same, surprised.

Then they rubbed their brows or yawned and relaxed in a practiced way.

These few people were calm and carefully analyzed the situation. On the top of the one-way glass, facing their faces, there was a video device.

Behind those four cameras is Ding Huanliang in the main control room.

This is a cross-shaped suite with an interrogation room in the middle and an observation room on each side. The four branch managers each face one direction of the interrogated. Guan Tieqiang is placed behind him, which is the place most likely to cause psychological fluctuations.

This is the so-called "cage" by Ding Huanliang and He Feifei.

Five minutes later, He Feifan appeared in the interrogation room with a tape recorder tucked into the collar of his suit: "Headquarters Room 5, authorized by the Secretary's Office, the first interrogation."

The branch chiefs are waiting for him to start the show.

"What's your name?" He Feifei asked.

The woman shook on the torture chair: "Gold...water."

Si Jie frowned, the name was a bit familiar.

"What is your identity?"

"Shenyang... the former president of the Freedom Army... and then followed Jia Lantang to leave the customs."

As soon as the word "Shenyang" came out, the branch managers became alert, and when the word "Jalantang" came out, they all straightened their backs in unison.

"Where were you captured?"

"Wulanqia," she shook her head slightly, which seemed to be a reaction to the veritaserum injection, but was actually the result of repeated training, "I was disturbed by the Lion Hall..."

"Besides the president of the Garan Hall, who else is going out with you?"

"Zhu... Ye Liang, Gao Xiu, Yuan Zhen... Jia Xibei."

"Just the six of you?"

She nodded.

"Where did you all go?"

"Beifu...Taitu, Wulanqia," she said dreamily, "then...go to Lancheng."

He Feifei glanced at the one-way glass around him from the corner of his eye, and then came the key question: "Why did Jialantang choose these places?"

Ding Huanliang in the main control room stared at the screen, capturing the slightest expression changes on the four faces.

"Because..." She paused for a moment, as if subconsciously struggling, "We're looking for Peony Lion's...equipment."

"Peony lion?" He Feifei pretended to be surprised.

The chiefs of the four major branches also stared, leaning forward.

In the main control room, the four faces in front of Ding Huanliang each had their own merits.

"How do you know the exact location of the Peony Lion's equipment?" He Feifan continued to guide her, "These are the confidential information of the dyeing company."

"Someone..." She said incoherently, "Tell us, it's a... high-level cadre of the dyeing society."

The four chiefs stood up one after another, staring at the woman behind the one-way glass, and then realized that they were on the list of undercover suspects.

According to regulations, the suspect was watching the scene, and the interrogation must be terminated immediately. He Feifei bowed to all sides, and pressed a red button in the interrogation room. The one-way glass was blackened, and there was no more sound.

Soon, a younger brother came to ask the branch managers to leave, and Guan Tieqiang was the one who yelled happily, clamoring to see the branch manager, but no one paid any attention to him.

The next morning, Ding Huanliang came to Yuze's office with the edited observation room video.

Yuzawa sat in the mysterious scene of Mount Sumeru, eating peaches and watching the video. The reactions of the four people were very synchronized. No one was more special. There were three big mood swings in total. The second time is in "Peony Lion's Equipment", and the third, and most intense one, is about undercover.

"What do you and Feifan think?" Yuze asked Ding Huanliang, licking his wet fingers.

"Secretary He is waiting for a detailed analysis report from the profiler," Ding Huanliang stepped forward, "but from the aspects of eye movement, breathing, and facial muscles, Guan Tieqiang is the most suspected."

As he said that, he called out Guan Tieqiang's clip alone. Indeed, there were too many micro-expressions.

That was faked by him last night.

Yuzawa didn't respond at all, and he couldn't tell whether he believed it or not.

Ding Huanliang was beating in his heart. At this moment, the field waves of Mount Sumeru suddenly concentrated towards the side of the screen, as if responding to the content of the video. Only then did Ding Huanliang realize that he had missed a crucial link: "President, who is The undercover... Mount Xumi should be clear, right?"

"Well," Yuzawa nodded, "it's clear."

Ding Huanliang's breathing stopped for a moment.

"But it doesn't say," Yuzawa shrugged, "it only tells me what it wants me to know."

Ding Huanliang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Monitor Guan Tieqiang," Yuze ordered, "and his family."