"After the headquarters’ investigation, it was discovered that our series of failures was all related to a plan left behind many years ago." "This plan, codenamed ’Tree of Life’, concerns the organization’s early strategic layout in East Asia and the bio-gene research currently underway." When the codename "Tree of Life" was spoken by Feng Jincai, the faces of many who were aware changed slightly. "Although the content inside is outdated, it records too many of our secrets. If leaked, the consequences would be unimaginable." Feng Jincai sighed, showing a look of agony and distress on his face: "We have reason to believe that information about the location of this document, which should have been destroyed, has been leaked. "This is how the enemy was able to exploit our weaknesses and launch precise attacks." At this point, Feng Jincai deliberately paused, "After a high-level discussion, it has been decided: for the future of the organization, and to completely eliminate this threat, the board has authorized that we will destroy it completely tonight in your presence." After finishing the opening remarks, he clapped his hands. A Hunter walked in carrying a silver metal case the size of a briefcase and placed it on the conference table. The case had a complex and precision electronic lock, and just by looking at its exterior, one would know the contents were extremely important. Feng Jincai personally stepped forward and entered a long series of passwords. Then, after a fingerprint scan, the case clicked open. He took out a thick stack of documents from inside and showed them to everyone from a distance. "The main purpose of tonight’s meeting is to have you all bear witness." "It’s both to show everyone the organization’s determination to burn our bridges and also a form of trust. From today on, our East Capital Branch will be reborn." "As agreed, this document will be destroyed at exactly midnight. Until then, you can freely discuss and envision the future development of our branch." Having said this with a smile, Feng Jincai then sat down on a sofa on the side, closing his eyes to rest. Zhuo Feng remained silent, guarding beside the case that contained the documents, as if fulfilling the duty of a supervisor. However, the conference room did not immediately engage in discussion as Feng Jincai had suggested, but instead fell into a deathly silence. Everyone’s minds were rapidly digesting the massive amount of information contained in his words. Xu Hao’s heart suddenly beat a little faster. The president’s last words before cutting off contact, "Take care," now seemed more like a prophecy. He was now almost a hundred percent sure this meeting could Xu Hao’s face slightly changed, his fingers clenched into a fist under the table, forcibly resisting the urge to call for help from Fang Cheng through the Spiritual Link. According to the president, since someone was monitoring their mental states in real time, using such a method of communication now would certainly be detected. Xu Hao took a deep breath, trying to act like those around him. Occasionally looking shocked, occasionally glaring in anger, occasionally cursing the damned leaker under his breath. As for Chen Chen not far away, he remained very low-key. But a trace of a sharp glint flashed in his slightly closed eyes. He had vaguely guessed Station Chief Feng’s intention. But he was not sure whether this so-called "secret" was real or fake. As an old fox with years of experience, he would never act rashly without absolute certainty. Time ticked away second by second. Minutes passed, and everyone continued to whisper among themselves. The atmosphere in the conference room stretched tighter and tighter, like a bowstring being continuously pulled. Ma Biao, sitting not far from Xu Hao, picked up his teacup, sipped it, then laughed heartily: "Damn it, I knew something must be wrong lately. Turns out some bastard is stabbing us in the back!" "Station Chief Feng, Director Zhuo, don’t worry. I’m a straightforward person, but I can tell who is a brother and who is an enemy!" Ma Biao, a representative of local forces in East Capital, was known for his forthrightness. Many present owed him favors and had good relations with him. His words immediately drew a lot of agreement from others. For the moment, everyone was emboldened, and the atmosphere began to heat up. Meanwhile, in another room opposite the conference room. The curtains were drawn, and the light was dim. Jia Sangyi sat cross-legged on a cushion. A circle of white candles quietly burned around him. The flickering flames cast light and shadow over his face. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel·fire·net He closed his eyes, fingers woven into an intricate gesture. An invisible and intangible spiritual net was quietly opening, centered on him at this very moment.