Old Routine

They were all Spirit Wave Network users. If they wanted to discuss it, they could simply pull Peony into the Task Channel. There were no technical or structural problems—only the process was a little delicate.

"Hello, Yingying."

"Is that how you speak to a senior?"

"Sister Yingying?"

"You're older than me."

"Younger Sister?"

"We're not that close!"

Bamboo Pole could hardly stand listening anymore. "Hey, be nice to the newcomer!"

"When women tear into each other, men should get lost."

...Had the internal conflicts at the Youlan Agency really reached this point?

Zhang Yingying pressed relentlessly while Peony parried with veiled barbs. The two outstanding women from the same agency traded jabs without affecting their efficiency in the slightest. Their mouths were occupied, but both were in the Task Channel, methodically sending over inspection videos, lists, and related materials for the "irrelevant bystanders," who could not get a word in edgewise, to review.

Ronan saw that the surveillance footage from Zhang Yingying's side had already uncovered evidence that was practically conclusive.

For example, the male Pharmacist had entered the passageway leading backstage. No one else entered during that time, yet after a while, Li Yiwei emerged—wearing the exact same clothes.

There was also edited footage of Li Yiwei's movements backstage. She had clearly been very relaxed at the time, with no intention of concealing anything, so her entire route backstage had been recorded in detail. This included the process after another hunt, when she somehow received a message, hurriedly changed out of her original top, and found a white shirt backstage.

With this material, they could silence plenty of people and even turn it into a bargaining chip for further negotiations.

Well, that was what He Yueyin had said.

As for the secretion extracted from Shui Yi's body, it could