The Xiao organization's plan was underway, with Zhao Wenkang as their next target. Shui She, Scarface, and Iron Fist had successfully infiltrated, while Lin Zhe approached Zhao Wenkang as a former subordinate of Han Qingsheng. Each of the three infiltrated different core areas, but danger lurked everywhere.
Due to a moment of carelessness, Scarface exposed suspicious traces and was immediately suspected by Zhao Wenkang's men. He cleverly escaped at a critical moment and successfully retreated with the support of the Xiao organization's backup. At this time, Shui She and Iron Fist had their identities exposed by Zhao Wenkang's security team and were taken to the interrogation room.
Zhao Wenkang sat coldly in a large chair, expressionless, watching Shui She and Iron Fist, who were tightly bound. Both had varying degrees of injuries, indicating they had undergone a round of brutal interrogation.
"Who are you working for?" Zhao Wenkang tapped the table lightly, his tone calm but with a hint of murderous intent.
Shui She remained silent, her head lowered, seemingly pondering something. Iron Fist grinned, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, "I just came to join you, didn't expect such a warm welcome."
Zhao Wenkang sneered, "Is that so? I've seen too many people playing dumb. You should know what happens to them."
He signaled to his men beside him, and a burly man stepped forward, swinging an electric baton and slamming it hard into Iron Fist's abdomen. Iron Fist grunted, still stubbornly smiling, "Is that all the strength you have? It's nothing compared to what I've been through."
Shui She raised her head slightly, a glint in her eyes, and said slowly, "You're wasting time. The real mastermind wouldn't let us know more."
Zhao Wenkang narrowed his eyes, staring at Shui She, and after a moment, he suddenly smiled, "A smart woman, but unfortunately—you must die."
He waved his hand lightly, and his men immediately drew their guns, aiming at their heads.
Just as they were about to pull the trigger, Lin Zhe pushed the door open, his face grim, coldly scanning everything in the interrogation room. He looked at Zhao Wenkang and said in a deep voice, "These two, keep them alive."
Zhao Wenkang frowned slightly, "Reason?"
Lin Zhe took a step forward, approached Zhao Wenkang, and whispered, "Their value hasn't been squeezed out yet. At least, they can be used to test other suspicious people."
Zhao Wenkang pondered for a moment, then a cold smile appeared on his lips, "You're still as good at scheming as ever."
Then, he waved his hand to his men, "Send them to the basement for now."
The gun barrels slowly moved away, and Shui She and Iron Fist finally escaped death. Lin Zhe's intervention had temporarily saved them.
As Shui She and Iron Fist were being taken away, Shui She said to Lin Zhe in a low voice, "Thanks."
Lin Zhe didn't respond, just turned away expressionlessly, continuing to blend into the darkness. He had passed this test, but the danger had just begun...