Ma Biao’s 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! You’re spouting nonsense! I’ve been loyal to the organization, what right do you have to slander me?" Zhuo Feng’s lips curled into a contemptuous arc: "Just now, you tried to contact your superior, didn’t you?" "Zhuo, you’ve never liked me, but that’s 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 I’ll let you search me all you want and see if I’m 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 couldn’t help but murmur quietly: "Director Zhuo, isn’t there some misunderstanding? We trust Old Ma’s character." "Yeah, without evidence, you shouldn’t speak carelessly..." Xu Hao and Chen Chen exchanged a glance amidst the crowd, seeing in each other’s eyes the relief of having survived the ordeal. The two couldn’t help but feel curious about how Ma Biao, the insider taking the blame for them, was discovered. "Not until death’s 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 Biao’s expression changed repeatedly, but he continued to talk tough: "I’ve made contributions to the organization, I’ve 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. 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 today’s 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." "He’s a distinguished A-Class Spiritual Ability User, capable of real-time monitoring of every person’s mental fluctuations here. If you’re willing, I can arrange for him to read your memory personally." At these words, everyone couldn’t 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 everyone’s feet trembled slightly. Even though weakened by the building’s structure, the tremor was still significant. Evidently, a fierce battle was erupting in the depths of the laboratory floor below. Ma Biao’s 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 you’ve found me out, let’s 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 Biao’s 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! Zhuo Feng shouted sternly. The other cadres, amid this series of terrifying changes, appeared at a loss. Latest content publıshed on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝓷𝓮𝓽 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. 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.