"Among them was the captain of the intelligence department responsible for tracking targets, Chen Rui." Zhuo Feng continued speaking, lowering his voice even further: "When our people arrived at his residence, the slaughterhouse, the police had already sealed off the scene." "According to descriptions sent back by spies, Chen Rui died a horrific death, the scene littered with the mangled bones and flesh of those ferocious dogs, as if an explosion had occurred." "Moreover, on the wall of the slaughterhouse, someone had used his blood to paint a huge, grinning demon face." Upon hearing this, Luo Lie’s gaze suddenly became sharp, like an unsheathed sword aimed directly at Zhuo Feng and Feng Jincai. "It must be that bastard, it has to be Cheng Jiashu’s doing!" Before Zhuo Feng could continue, Feng Jincai interjected through gritted teeth: "He’s showing off to us, it’s a blatant provocation!" Clearly, because the East Capital Branch had suffered a major setback, as the person in charge, he harbored extreme hatred towards the culprit who caused him to take the blame. "Yes, Station Chief Feng’s guess is correct." Zhuo Feng nodded, forcing his tone to remain calm: "In the death scenes of the other two assassinated Level 7 officials, the same mark was found." "You are aware of Chen Rui’s capabilities; although only Level 7, his special ability makes him extremely difficult to kill, and his overall combat power is not inferior to some Level 8 officials." "To be able to silently take him down in one night, and also deal with the other two Level 7 officials... it must have been Cheng Jiashu himself." Zhuo Feng took a deep breath, revealing his conclusion, drawn from two days of sleepless analysis: "He must have obtained intelligence from some channel before we took action, allowing him to set a trap in advance, attract the Special Search Team, and thereby thwart our encirclement." "After escaping, he then used the information he possessed to track and hunt our core officials as a means of reprisal!" Luo Lie remained silent upon hearing this. His fingers gently tapped the armrest of the sofa, producing a light, rhythmic sound, each note striking the hearts of Feng Jincai and Zhuo Feng like a drum. Unconsciously, in his mind, the scene of that stormy night on Yong’an Island emerged, with blood-stained turbulent waves. And the figure wearing a white mask, who killed his sworn brother, bringing him immense loss. These names gradually overlapped in his heart, ultimately forming an icy, piercing intent to kill. "Since he’s made his move." Luo Lie slowly spoke, the coldness in his voice seemingly lowering the temperature in the room by a few degrees. "I, as the special envoy sent by headquarters, can’t just sit back and watch." Upon hearing these words, Feng Jincai and Zhuo Feng both felt a chill, instantly breaking into a cold sweat. The implication was obvious. Due to extreme disappointment in the East Capital Branch’s performance. The minister has decided to take action personally! Luo Lie indeed had such thoughts. Initially, considering White Owl’s mysterious origins, and the fact that the old ghost Zheng Hongxin referred to him as the "Divine Son" of the True Thought Society, he had some apprehensions. To ensure no mistakes, he agreed to Zhuo Feng’s proposal to conduct a siege with overwhelming force. But now, the East Capital Branch had suffered heavy losses, with the Special Search Team chasing them like a pack of stray dogs. In such a tense situation, organizing a similar-scale action again is utterly impossible. The foundation that the East Capital Branch had built over decades cannot be destroyed by a mere enemy. Otherwise, even if he ultimately succeeds in resolving the target, he cannot account for himself to the board upon returning to headquarters. After much thought, the only solution is for him to personally take action, using absolute strength to swiftly suppress this enemy, which is the only means of breaking the impasse for now. According to intelligence, Cheng Jiashu’s strength is approximately at the A+ level, nearing the S-Class threshold. Even if he is hiding something, and his true strength has reached the S-Class... Luo Lie still harbors absolute confidence in this regard. Because, even among S-Class, there are differences. And he has been at S-Class for many years, with skills and strength already surpassing the conventional evaluation scope. However, just as Luo Lie made his decision, Zhuo Feng hesitated for a moment and spoke: "Minister Luo, there is one crucial issue." "Cheng Jiashu... has disappeared." "Before the Demon Hunting Operation commenced, to ensure we maintained control over the target’s whereabouts, our people were continuously monitoring the perimeter of his villa." "However, since he left the villa for the orphanage that night, he has not returned to this day." Feng Jincai’s face was full of worry, then he agreed: "He’s created such a big commotion, he must have thought we’d go into a frenzy of retaliation, I fear he’s already hiding." "East Capital is so big, trying to find an Extraordinary Ability User purposefully hiding is like searching for a needle in a haystack..." Luo Lie’s brows furrowed, his gaze sharp again: "Do you have a way to drag him back out?" This question stumped Feng Jincai, his face showed a troubled expression as he murmured: "Maybe... we could ask his agency?" Instead, it was Zhuo Feng, whose eyes flashed with a glint, seeming ready to seize the opportunity, who confidently replied: "For Cheng Jiashu to execute such a precise response, he must have planted a mole within our organization and maintained constant contact with him!" "As long as we can pull out the mouse hiding among us, we can follow the thread and completely uncover him!" Luo Lie looked at him with deep eyes, signaling him to continue. Zhuo Feng then methodically began analyzing, a resolve to redeem himself evident in his voice: "At the time, the meeting to discuss action plans had extremely tight security measures, there’s no chance of eavesdropping." "Furthermore, the detailed action deployment was given out separately only right before the operation started. So, the leak can only come from those twenty-seven officials who attended the meeting." "And now, among these twenty-seven, eight have lost contact, three are dead, excluding Station Chief Feng and me... leaving only fourteen suspects!" "The scope has been greatly narrowed down." "Next, we just need to pay a little attention or even deliberately release some false bait information to test, and I believe that soon enough, the mouse will show its tail..." After hearing this, Luo Lie’s always tense face finally eased a bit. "Very good, I’ll leave this task to you." He nodded in approval, then suddenly changed the subject: "Once you spot the murderer’s trace, report to me immediately, do not act on your own." "Yes! Minister, rest assured, I guarantee the task will be completed!" Zhuo Feng immediately straightened up, his tone full of the joy and excitement of regaining trust. Luo Lie’s words carried a hint of encouragement: "If you need any resources, speak directly to Station Chief Feng." "And... about the Special Search Team?" Feng Jincai still asked worriedly, as it’s his biggest headache at the moment. Luo Lie’s mouth curled into a contemptuous sneer. "They’re just a bunch of government-fed dogs, how could they overturn the heavens?" "Our Noah’s foundation in East Capital, and even the entire Xia Country, is far beyond the shaking of a mere Special Search Team. The games above are far more complex than you might imagine." He paused, speaking in a calm yet confident tone: "They won’t be jumping around for many days, the situation will soon settle down." Upon hearing this, Feng Jincai and Zhuo Feng both felt a surge of relief. The two exchanged a glance, seeing the sense of relief in each other’s eyes. The gloom that had been weighing on their hearts for days, almost suffocating them, seemed to be easily dispelled by these words, vanishing completely. Luo Lie didn’t say more, turning his gaze back toward the window. A ray of sunlight broke through the thick clouds, shining between the city’s skyscrapers, refracting dazzling light. ..................... Guilan District, Sea Sky Garden. In a newly finished basic renovation bare apartment, the air still carried the faint scent of latex paint and timber. "Master, here, the sofa goes against this wall, the table should be placed in front of the living room..." Fang Cheng, wearing a somewhat old casual outfit, was directing several workers from the moving company. The workers shouted, lifting a massive upright freezer that could almost fit an adult, carefully moving it to its designated location. The freezer made a grating sound on the cement floor. "A little more to the left, yes, that’s it, right here." Fang Cheng stepped back a few steps, squinting to appraise, then nodded in satisfaction. "Hey, buddy, this freezer of yours is really big for one person, opening a small shop, huh?" One worker wiped the sweat from his forehead, half-jokingly asked.