Power and wealth bring fragrance

Dark as ink.

Somewhere, a skyscraper made entirely of black glass curtain walls stands, its surface devoid of any markings, like a colossal beast lurking in the darkness, coldly observing everything beneath its feet.

On the top floor of the building, in an office with an area of ​​over 300 square meters.

The office was decorated in an extremely luxurious style, yet it exuded a chilling atmosphere that sent shivers down one's spine.

A large ebony desk sits in the center of the room, its surface spotless, containing only a holographic projector and a silver encrypted communicator.

The office was dark, with only the faint moonlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a hazy shadow over the entire space.

A person sits in a high-backed leather chair behind a desk.

The person's figure was completely hidden in the darkness, and their face was not visible, nor could it be determined whether they were male or female.

Only a pair of eyes, gleaming with a cold and sharp light in the moonlight, like two lurking venomous snakes.

"Buzz."

The encrypted communicator on the desk suddenly vibrated, emitting a low buzzing sound.

The man stretched out a hand and pressed the answer button on the communicator.

A hurried yet respectful voice came through the communicator: "Report, Deepsea City... the operation has failed."

The office was silent for a few seconds.

Then, a cold snort rang out in the darkness.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

What's strange is that the voice is neither male nor female; it seems to have undergone some kind of special voice alteration, or perhaps that's just the person's natural voice.

"waste."

Two words floated lightly out of the darkness, yet they were like two poisoned daggers, piercing straight into the heart of the person on the other end of the communicator.

"You can't even handle such a small thing, and you got caught."

The voice in the darkness remained calm, almost coldly so, "I've raised you all for so many years, only to have you embarrass me like this?"

The person on the other end of the communicator was trembling with fear, even breathing cautiously, lest they inadvertently anger this important figure.

"Your subordinate is incompetent, please... please punish me, sir."

"Punishment?"

The person in the darkness chuckled softly, a laugh devoid of any warmth.

"What's the point of punishment? He's already in the police's hands. How long do you think he can hold out?"

There was silence on the other end of the communicator.

They all knew very well what it meant to fall into the hands of the police department.

Moreover, although the middle-aged fisherman was a prominent figure in the organization, he was not a core member. While he knew a lot of things, they were not the most crucial secrets.

Even so, once he speaks, it will be enough to cause the organization considerable trouble.

"Sir, what... what should we do now?" the person on the other end of the communicator asked cautiously.

The person in the darkness was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, their voice as cold as iron: "Send men to eliminate them."

"Yes! Understood!" the person on the other end of the communicator replied quickly.

"Furthermore," the person in the darkness continued, "the Deepsea City plan cannot stop. Continue sending people to carry it out. I don't care what methods you use, but I want to see results within a month."

"Yes! I will do my utmost!"

The person on the other end of the communicator responded respectfully, and then carefully hung up the call.

Silence returned to the office.

The person sat motionless in the dark chair, only their eyes gleaming with a cold light in the moonlight.

After a long while, he slowly stood up, walked to the French windows, and looked down at the mountains shrouded in darkness.

"Wei Yuan..."

He murmured the name, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, yet also a chilling killing intent.

"Interesting. Some nobody actually managed to ruin my plans."

"but……"

His lips curled up slightly, forming a cold, ruthless smile.

"The game has only just begun."

……

Meanwhile, in Deepsea City, the police are conducting an underground interrogation.

This is a completely enclosed room with no windows. Only a pale fluorescent light shines overhead, illuminating the entire room as bright as day, but also stretching people's shadows long and thin, twisting and swaying on the walls.

A metal interrogation table was placed in the center of the room, with a chair on each side of the table.

The middle-aged fisherman who had been urgently evacuated was sitting in one of the chairs.

His hands were handcuffed to the armrests of the chair with specially made alloy handcuffs, and his feet were also locked in shackles, making him unable to move.

His face was as pale as paper, with dried blood still clinging to the corners of his mouth. His clothes were soaked with blood and seawater, clinging to his body, making him look utterly wretched.

With his dantian destroyed and his internal energy completely lost, he was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out. Although he still looked fierce, he was no longer a threat.

On the other side of the interrogation table sat a person.

It was Wu Chao, the deputy director of the police detective bureau.

His face was as cold and stern as iron, and his sharp eyes were fixed on the middle-aged fisherman opposite him, as if he wanted to see right through him.

The interrogation has lasted for a full two hours.

During those two hours, Wu Chao used every means at his disposal.

But the middle-aged fisherman was like a stubborn, smelly rock; he didn't utter a single word from beginning to end.

He simply lowered his head, closed his eyes, as if asleep, and ignored all of Wu Chao's questions.

Wu Chao's patience was being worn down little by little.

"I'll ask you one more time," Wu Chao's voice was low and cold, carrying a hint of suppressed anger, "who ordered you to do this? What's the name of your organization? What's its structure? Are there any other accomplices or hideouts?"

The middle-aged fisherman remained silent.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

The middle-aged fisherman watched Wu Chao quietly.

In those eyes, there was no fear, no despair, only a deep-seated ruthlessness and resentment, and a hint of... mockery.

He looked at Wu Chao, the corners of his mouth slowly turning up into a sinister smile.

"hehe……"

He laughed, a hoarse and low laugh, like sandpaper rubbing against metal, sending chills down one's spine.

"You... have no idea who you've messed with."

His voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling undertone.

"The police department? Ha, in your eyes you are law enforcers, the embodiment of justice. But in the eyes of those people, you... are nothing but a bunch of clowns."

Wu Chao frowned deeply.

"Those people?" he asked in a deep voice, "Who are they?"

The middle-aged fisherman did not answer his question, but continued to smile sinisterly, his smile full of disdain and mockery.

"You think you can get away with everything just by arresting me?"

He shook his head, a hint of pity in his eyes, as if looking at a group of ignorant and arrogant children.

"You're too naive. Everything you've done today is nothing more than child's play in their eyes."

"Wait until they realize what's happening..."

The middle-aged fisherman's voice suddenly turned chillingly cold, "You will all die."

The air in the interrogation room seemed to freeze instantly.