This Is My Final Shackle

Shi Tiexin sat in silence in the high-security office of the prison base.

His expression was calm, but his mind was unusually unsettled.

The man behind the spy was Wang Dafa.

Shi Tiexin had considered swapping the flowers for the tree, framing someone else, sowing discord, diverting attention, and every other possibility. He had wondered whether another faction had acted while pretending to be Wang Dafa, making them suspect one another from top to bottom.

He still remembered what Wang Dafa had said on the day A'cheng was dismissed.

Extraordinary Sensory Perception told him that what Wang Dafa had said then—and much of what he said during their usual interactions—had indeed come from the heart and carried genuine emotion. At least part of it had.

But after a series of measures, Shi Tiexin had confirmed that no other force had been stirring up trouble behind the scenes, at least not in this matter. The one who had sent people to kidnap his subordinates' families, forced them into becoming spies, stolen information over a long period, and attempted to drug him with Unique Product was Wang Dafa.

Knock, knock. Someone knocked and entered the office. It was A Fei.

"Old Shi, the screening results are out. Take a look."

A Fei handed over a document. Shi Tiexin took it, skimmed through it at ten lines a glance, then snapped it shut and tossed it onto the desk beside two identical documents.

The massive investigation had been underway for three days. During those three days, the entire organization had undergone meticulous screening, with remarkable results. You never knew until you checked; once you did, the discovery was enough to make your heart leap into your throat. The association, the group, and the corps—all three systems had people who had been courted and