Sitting opposite, Yan He instinctively looked at Yan Song, but saw his expression as cold as ever, not even glancing at her. Instead, he pointed at the screen and said, "Monkey was right, this is one characteristic of the organization’s members, symbolizing their group identity, their cunning and solidarity far exceed our imagination. According to intelligence, these people are clever, deceitful, skilled at disguise, and blend into the ordinary populace. To capture them and bring them to justice, we must be especially cautious." Yan Song braced his hands against the table, his gaze overseeing everyone, a faint sense of oppression spread within the not-so-large meeting room, making everyone’s hearts tighten, hardly daring to meet such a gaze. "Two years ago, at the United States Saint-Light Hotel, Prince Emil was shot dead, that case shocked the world and also caused the internationally sensational coup event of that year, sparking the first Middle East war. Countless innocent civilians lost their loved ones and homes, yet a corps emerged abruptly on the Middle Eastern battlefield, sweeping all resistance. Was it all just a coincidence?" Wan Fu curled his lips, "The death of Prince Emil was just a trigger; his death was inevitable." The source of thɪs content is novel⸺fire.net "But what does this have to do with this organization..." Saying this, he suddenly widened his eyes, understanding something, "It’s too crazy..." "But he died at the wrong time..." Yan Song furrowed his brows, having specifically studied this case, the opponent was too hasty. Given the political situation at the time, Emil’s death was not timely at all. According to the meticulous planning of the opponents, Emil’s death was somewhat too hasty. Unfortunately, the key connections in this matter have not been fully understood yet, and back then Emil’s death was well concealed by the M-side, making it difficult to uncover more details of the time." "What’s wrong?" Xiao Quan asked instinctively, "I heard that this Prince Emil was the most flirtatious, maybe he died in a woman’s bed, everything was covered by the opponent, otherwise Emil’s death wouldn’t still be so enigmatic." This explanation also makes sense, but the only explanation is that this woman must have been specially sent by the opponent to assassinate Emil. He was doomed, and the opponent wouldn’t let him live. "Although there is not enough evidence, the leader of this organization, and the M-side authorities must have some kind of connection. Based on the opponent’s crime methods abroad over the past years, this is the most reasonable deduction. Two years later, the opponent extended their tentacles domestically, which is no longer a normal criminal case, but a national-level contest." As Yan Song’s words fell, everyone present straightened their spines. "Let me see what kind of storm the opponent wants to stir up in Jiangzhou." The several people’s rooms were adjacent, coincidentally, Yan He’s room was just opposite Yan Song’s. Holding a carton of milk, she lingered outside Yan Song’s room for quite a while, never mustering the courage to knock on the door. He’s probably already asleep. Biting her lip, she just turned around, only to see Yellow Hair’s enlarged handsome face. She was so scared that she quickly retreated, her back pressed against the wall, unable to help but scold: "Are you crazy, trying to scare people? What are you up to?" Yellow Hair chuckled and said, "You’re feeling guilty, aren’t you?" Glancing at the milk she held, Yan He quickly moved her hand behind her back. "Trying to curry favor with the Boss, huh? It’s been so long, and the Boss isn’t buying it. I must say, you are quite pitiful. Tsk tsk, do you want the little master to take you in? Seeing your pitiful look, the little master feels sorry for you...." Yan He’s pretty face blushed with anger, "What nonsense, who needs your pity." She gave Yellow Hair a hard push and was about to run back to her own room. Yellow Hair laughed behind her and said, "Being the third wheel isn’t good, it’s a pity though, such a delicate and tender..." deliberately drawing out the last word "young man, hahaha." Yan He’s small face turned pale, and she slammed her room door shut, completely blocking out Yellow Hair’s "lecherous" laughter. Yellow Hair touched his nose and laughed, thinking everyone fools, unable to tell men from women, except they simply didn’t want to reveal it. Looking back at the tightly closed room door, he shook his head, destined for unrequited love, while the other side remains indifferent... Yan He ran back to her room and threw the milk into the trash can, then collapsed onto the bed and cried her heart out. Yellow Hair’s words pierced her heart word by word, third wheel third wheel... She’s not a third wheel, can’t she just quietly like him? At first, she held some fantasy, over time, even an iron rod can be ground into a needle, but later she realized how wrong she’d been. Even if it were ice, it should’ve melted by now, but the other side was a block of eternal ice, she hadn’t even started to melt a corner before freezing herself first.