Chen Moyu's body trembled.
Zuo Qing's right hand, resting on the hilt of the straight blade at his waist, suddenly tightened. A flash of blade light shot through the office in an instant, piercing Chen Moyu's shoulder and pinning his entire body to the office wall!
Chen Moyu let out a muffled groan. His expression twisted violently beneath the agonizing pain as blood streamed down from his shoulder.
Zuo Qing stared into his eyes and slowly walked forward, speaking coldly:
"Did you really think that by standing at my side and voluntarily taking on all the trivial matters, you could conceal the truth?
Did you really think I was that stupid?"
Zuo Qing casually grabbed several thick stacks of documents from beside the desk. His fingers suddenly tightened, and the documents were shredded inch by inch, turning into scraps that fluttered through the air.
"Commander Zuo... I don't understand what you mean," Chen Moyu said through gritted teeth. "The Technical Department and the search teams truly found nothing..."
"Of course they found nothing." Zuo Qing stood before Chen Moyu, looking into his eyes as he spoke calmly. "Because the Technical Department has your people too.
You thought that with the access privileges of insiders, you could perfectly erase that call record and keep anyone from discovering it?
The tampering you did on the technical side might have fooled the other people in the Technical Department, but did you think such methods could fool Guan Zai?
You've underestimated the Human Apex."
Zuo Qing pulled a new file from his coat and slammed it onto the desk. "The data records Guan Zai retrieved show that on the day the Mask Squad went missing, they received a call... an encrypted call from my phone.
Among all the Night Watchmen, aside from myself, the