Arrest

Fang Xiaoxiao took a deep breath.

She did not know what Captain Meng had done, but Zhao Gufeng had fallen into such a completely defenseless state. In a clash between equals, that was tantamount to handing his life and death over to the other party.

The look she gave Xu Wuyi became even more complicated.

This was... one hundred percent?

Xu Wuyi withdrew his right hand, and the blue flames vanished.

He looked at Zhao Gufeng and said calmly, "Take us inside."

Zhao Gufeng's body trembled slightly.

Clarity gradually returned to his eyes, but beneath that clarity lay deep fear.

He looked at Xu Wuyi as though he had seen something terrifying.

Then he turned and walked toward the double wooden doors.

The six subordinates remained where they were, at a complete loss.

Zhao Gufeng reached the doors, pushed them open, and stood to one side with his head lowered, saying nothing.

Xu Wuyi walked through the doors.

Fang Xiaoxiao followed behind him, her heart pounding.

Beyond the doors was an enormous office.

The office covered a full two hundred square meters. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows lay a panoramic view of Xingjing Eastern District. A row of bookshelves stood against the wall, packed with all kinds of books and documents.

At the center stood an enormous mahogany desk, upon which sat three curved displays and several files.

Behind the desk sat a middle-aged man in his fifties.

Wang Haidong.

He wore a custom-tailored dark gray suit, his hair combed with meticulous precision. His expression was complicated—fear, confusion, anger, but above all, a composure he was forcing himself to maintain.

When he saw Xu Wuyi enter, he rose to his feet and forced out a smile.

"Gentlemen, this is..." His voice was a little hoarse. "What is going on? Zhao Gufeng,