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Not far away, a young man named Qin Yang, wearing a custom-made suit and with a stern face, was observing everything calmly. He knew very well that tonight's mission was not only about personal honor, but also about the protection of innocent lives.

Qin Yang's custom-made suit fits his body perfectly and was handmade by Gotham City's top tailor.

The fabric of the suit is a special black silk with a delicate texture on the surface, which gleams with a low-key and luxurious luster under the light.

At the collar of his suit, an exquisite silver tie clip sparkled under the light. It was a unique symbol, symbolizing the mysterious organization he belonged to.

His hair was combed neatly back, revealing a smooth and broad forehead. His eyes beneath his forehead were like deep lake water, with a sharp look in his calmness.

He stood straight, his posture like a tall pine tree, exuding a restrained yet powerful aura.

Stan whispered to himself, his eyes flickering, "It's time, Wayne Group, use this storm to pay off the debt you owe."

His voice was so soft that only he could hear it, and it carried a long-suppressed anger and determination.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he was trying to control the surging emotions in his heart.

Qin Yang whispered to his teammates in the distance through the headset: "Target confirmed, prepare for action.

Ensure the safety of the banquet and avoid innocent casualties."

His voice was calm and steady, and was clearly transmitted to the ears of every teammate through the headphones.

His fingers lightly touched the earphones, which were a small and delicate device with a black metal shell and a faint indicator light flashing on it.

Qin Yang walked slowly towards Stan with steady steps and looked directly into his eyes.

Each of his steps seemed to be precisely calculated, and there was no sound when his footsteps landed, like a cheetah quietly approaching its prey.

Qin Yang: "Dr. Stan, I have heard of your great name for a long time.

I didn’t expect that we would meet in such an occasion.”

His voice was gentle and polite, yet it carried an unquestionable authority.

Stan was startled, turned around quickly and looked at Qin Yang vigilantly.

His body leaned back slightly, as if he was startled by Qin Yang's sudden appearance.

His eyes widened, filled with vigilance and confusion.

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" His voice was a little nervous and trembling.

Qin Yang smiled, his tone calm but with unquestionable power: "I am Qin Yang, from an organization that specializes in dealing with this kind of 'special problems'.

I know about your past, including your days at Weizan Pharmaceuticals and your obsession with the Viper potion."

His smile is like the warm sun in winter, seemingly gentle but impossible to ignore.

Stan sneered, with a flash of anger in his eyes: “Humph, Weizan Pharmaceuticals, they only care about profits, not the pain and death behind those drugs.

I terminated my research, but what I got in return was betrayal and hunting.

Now, I want the world to see their true colors.”

There was a flame of anger burning in his eyes, which almost devoured his sanity.

His hands tightly grasped the suitcase, and his knuckles turned white due to the force. Qin Yang shook his head slowly, with a hint of sympathy in his tone: "Stan, I understand your anger and disappointment, but your way will only hurt more innocent people.

Once the 'Venom' agent is released, the consequences will be disastrous."

There was sincerity in his eyes, sympathy for Stan and concern for innocent lives.

Stan was emotional and raised his voice: "Innocent? Aren't those who are oppressed and exploited by the Wayne Group innocent? Their voices need to be heard!" His face turned red and the veins on his neck bulged like angry little snakes.

His body was shaking slightly and his emotions were on the verge of getting out of control.

Qin Yang took a step closer, his voice low and firm: “Stan, you and I may have similar goals, but our methods are different.

Give me a chance to help you uncover the truth in a more rational and effective way, rather than using such extreme means."

There was a firm strength in his eyes, like a beacon in the darkness, trying to guide Stan onto the right path.

He exuded a calm aura, as if telling Stan that he was trustworthy.

Stan's eyes revealed an inner struggle, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was trying to weigh what Qin Yang said with his own long-term plans.

There was doubt and unwillingness in that look, like a dark cloud hanging over his originally firm determination.

His lips were tightly pursed, with the corners of his mouth drooping downward, forming a barely noticeable arc, which made the wrinkles on his face appear even deeper.

His body swayed slightly, as if he was wavering between the two voices in his heart.

His hands were tightly gripping the suitcase, leaving tiny wrinkles on the leather, and his fingers left shallow marks on the leather due to the force.

"Why should you believe me? What can you do?" His voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of stubbornness that refused to give in.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from the depths of his throat, floating in the air, full of questioning.

Qin Yang's movements were graceful and calm. He reached into his arms, revealing an exquisite black suit jacket. The fabric of the suit was soft yet crisp, and it rose and fell slightly with his movements.

His fingers groped nimbly inside his clothes and soon pulled out a document.

The paper of the document is thick and textured, and the edges are trimmed very neatly without any roughness.

The cover of the document was printed with the logo of an international anti-crime organization. The logo was printed in golden ink and flickered faintly under the light, as if telling of the authority it represented.

Qin Yang gently pinched a corner of the document with two fingers, slowly unfolded the document and displayed it in front of Stan.

The handwriting on the document was clear and neat, and every line seemed to have been carefully typeset. It detailed the international anti-crime organization's mission, power, and authority to handle this matter.

“This is a letter of authorization from an international anti-crime organization. We have the ability and determination to expose the crimes of the Wayne Group to the public.

Furthermore, I am very interested in the Viper drug, which should not be buried or abused, but used for legitimate research and treatment."

Qin Yang's voice was steady and firm, and he looked at Stan intently, as if he wanted to convey his determination to him through his eyes.

His eyes were bright and deep, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, revealing a convincing power under the dim light.

Stan's eyes moved slowly over the document, and a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, as if he was surprised by the existence and authority of this organization. (End of this chapter)