When Lin Wan rolled over and straddled Lu Zheng, ready to have some fun, the atmosphere in a conference room at the Northern Capital Ancient Culture Research and Analysis Archives was equally heated.
"Dozens of Lineages involved in the telecom fraud industry across Southeast Asia and South Asia have practically been wiped out."
"Several old friends have sent messages asking what we were planning, saying that if anything was going on, everyone could discuss it together."
"This black pot can't be shaken off..."
"Hahaha, shake off the blame? Even if we jumped into the Yellow River, we still wouldn't wash ourselves clean!"
A black pot had been clapped over their heads, yet the Archives staff did not care much. Instead, they felt a smug sense of pride at being in league with immortals.
"What's there to wash clean? It was our people who did it in the first place. Even if he answers to no summons and obeys no orders, he's still one of us!"
"Exactly, exactly!" Everyone nodded repeatedly. Lu Zheng had done this even after his identity was exposed—this was trust in them, absolutely not PUA!
"Whenever everyone runs into trouble, just think of the Red Chess River Project."
"Hahaha, let them suspect, let them probe, let them envy us!"
At those words, everyone laughed even more heartily.
They had received some intelligence: several major powers suspected that they had partnered with some unknown, mysterious force, and had recently mobilized every possible channel to investigate and gather information.
Besides sending old friends to fish for clues indirectly, some people had once again arrived along the banks of the Red Chess River. However, they had not carried out any sensitive operations, so the relevant authorities could not conveniently detain them.
And this information had in turn reached many small