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The news of Zhang Mingyuan, the executive deputy secretary of the Provincial Political and Legal Affairs Commission, "committing suicide" hung heavily over the provincial capital like a persistent gloom.

In that office filled with the smell of gunpowder, the on-site investigation was completed. The conclusion was reached quickly, alarmingly quickly: suicide out of fear of punishment, with a resolute will to die.

As the supervisor in charge, Luo Binwang displayed extremely complex emotions in front of the camera. It was a mixture of shock, heartache, and a pity stemming from disappointment. His eyes, hidden behind his reading glasses, even reddened slightly, and he sighed deeply to the group of reporters.

"It's my fault. I didn't even realize that my most trusted subordinate had been doing so many illegal and disorderly things behind the organization's back."

"Comrade Mingyuan is foolish! His departure has left the entire mess to the provincial party committee and the people of Ningzhou!"

These words were spoken with sincerity and utmost care, leaving almost no room for error.

With Zhang Mingyuan's death and Zhao Ruilong's "remaining silent" in the detention center, the investigation team's work has fallen into an extremely awkward standstill.

All the clues, pointing to Zhang Mingyuan as the "executor," vanished abruptly. There was no flow of funds, no official documents authorizing the action, and no irrefutable evidence to prove that Luo Binwang personally gave the order.

Luo Binwang seems to have succeeded.

He personally chopped off his most capable left and right arms, and although it was painful, he managed to save his head, which was on the verge of collapse.

In this power struggle, he traded the life of a deputy director-level official for his own temporary safety.

……

The atmosphere in the provincial Party committee's first conference room was somber.

Wang Qingshan, head of the Beijing investigation team, sat at the head of the table, his brows furrowed in worry. Before him lay Zhang Mingyuan's suicide note. The letter confessed to all his crimes, including illegal fundraising, forced evictions, and the assassination attempt on Liu Ming.

Everything seemed so perfect.

It's so perfect it's disgusting.

"Secretary Wang, now that the main culprit has been brought to justice, the relevant chain of evidence has been closed with Zhang Mingyuan."

Luo Binwang sat opposite him, his tone heavy, but his demeanor had returned to its usual composure.

"I think our focus now should be on how to appease the public and how to recover the economic losses of the High-tech Zone, rather than continuing to waste time on these things that have already been 'concluded'."

This is Luo Binwang.

Give him just a minute to catch his breath, and he'll be able to seize the opportunity and regain control of the conversation.

Wang Qingshan didn't speak. He turned his head and glanced at the young man sitting in the corner of the conference room.

Liu Ming.

From the start of the meeting until now, Liu Ming hasn't said a word. He just sits there quietly, fiddling with a small, black electronic device in his hand, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips.

That cold laugh made Luo Binwang's eyelids twitch wildly.

"Comrade Liu Ming, what are your thoughts?" Wang Qingshan suddenly asked.

All eyes instantly turned to this young "god of death".

Liu Ming slowly raised his head. He didn't look at Wang Qingshan, but stared straight at Luo Binwang. The mockery in his eyes was like a red-hot knife, piercing the old man's face.

"Secretary Luo's acting was superb."

Liu Ming's voice was soft, yet it echoed like a resounding slap in the quiet conference room.

"You!" Luo Binwang's face darkened, and he was about to lash out.

"Do you think that just because Zhang Mingyuan died, this matter is over?"

Liu Ming sneered, slowly stood up, and casually tossed the black device in her hand onto the center of the conference table.

"There are many things in this world that cannot be erased. For example, people's hearts. And signals."

He turned his head and snapped his fingers in the direction of the projection screen.

"Hey Ghost Hand, play some crosstalk for Secretary Luo to perk him up."

"Alright!" came Ghost Hand's excited reply through the earpiece.

Swish!

The screen that was displaying the report suddenly went black, and then an extremely clear audio waveform appeared.

After a burst of piercing electronic noise, a hoarse and fearful voice rang out clearly in the conference room.

It's Zhang Mingyuan.

But he wasn't giving his last words; he was asking for help.

"…Old Sun, tell the Party Secretary! I can't hold on any longer! The investigation team is right outside! They've already located that overseas remittance!"

Then came another voice.

Calm, cold, and exuding an undeniable cruelty.

That was Sun Zhiqiang, Luo Binwang's personal secretary.

"Secretary knows you've been working hard. Mingyuan, I've already transferred this month's tuition fees for your daughter who's studying in Australia. And for your wife's heart surgery, I've arranged for the best specialist in Beijing to be there."

Sun Zhiqiang's voice was completely flat.

"The Party Secretary said you are his confidant and he will not mistreat your family. But you must understand that in the current situation, only if you shoulder the burden can they live well."

"The things are in the study drawers. May Fourth style, completely full."

"Secretary, we're waiting for you... to finish your journey with dignity."

The audio ends abruptly here.

Dead silence.

The entire conference room fell into a deathly silence!

The silence was so profound that you could almost hear each other's rapid heartbeats.

Luo Binwang's previously composed face turned deathly ashen in an instant. His hands gripped the edge of the table so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the excessive force.

He never expected this!

That good-for-nothing Zhang Mingyuan actually recorded an audio recording before committing suicide!

Moreover, this recording actually ended up in Liu Ming's hands!

"No...this is fake! It's AI-generated!"

Sun Zhiqiang, the secretary who had always stood behind Luo Binwang, rushed out like a madman, trying to snatch the black device.

"Bang!"

Before he could even get close, Liu Ming delivered a swift and clean side kick, sending the pale-faced scholar flying three meters away, crashing heavily into the wall.

"Whether it's synthetic or not, we'll know once we take it to a tech expert for comparison."

Liu Ming patted off non-existent dust from her trouser legs, her eyes as cold as knives.

"Secretary Sun, since you personally told Zhang Mingyuan to 'have a good final journey,' then you could also tell us from which black market you got that Type 54 pistol?"

"Also, that so-called 'overseas account,' wasn't it also opened by Secretary Luo himself, who taught you how to do it?"

Wang Qingshan's expression had become more stern than ever before.

He slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly!

"Luo Binwang!"

"What else do you have to say?"

Luo Binwang slumped into his chair. Looking at the gazes of the Standing Committee members around him, which had been filled with awe but were now etched with fear and disgust, he felt that the edifice of power he had painstakingly built over twenty years had crumbled in an instant.

He finally realized that he was not facing an ordinary political enemy at all.

It is one.

A Ghost, skilled in special operations thinking and possessing top-notch technical support.

Liu Ming had no intention of playing those hypocritical games of officialdom with him.

This young man was after his life from the very beginning.

"It seems Secretary Luo is tired."

Liu Ming sat back down, picked up the cup of tea in front of her that had long since gone cold, and gently blew on it.

He raised his head, looked at the old man who had completely collapsed, and revealed an extremely bright, yet extremely cruel, smile.

"Secretary Wang, since Secretary Sun is so loyal, why don't we take him to sober up first?"

"As for Secretary Luo..."

Liu Ming paused, a hint of vengeful pleasure flashing in her eyes.

"I think he would find the interview room at the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection quite welcoming."

Wang Qingshan waved his hand coldly.

"Someone come here!"

"Take Sun Zhiqiang away! Keep a close watch on him!"

"Furthermore, Comrade Luo Binwang's personal freedom is hereby officially restricted! He is not allowed to step out of this office without my permission!"

"Close the net!"

With Wang Qingshan's command.

The investigation team members who had been waiting outside filed in.

Those cold eyes and those red-headed documents heralded the complete end of Ningzhou's local power.

Luo Binwang lowered his head, looked at his slightly trembling hands, and gave a bitter smile.

he knows.

This time, no scapegoat could save him.

The investigation team's focus has firmly and irreversibly locked onto his throat.

Liu Ming put down her teacup.

Watching the tea leaves rise and fall in the cup, I whispered to myself:

"Dad, I've gnawed off the second bone."