One person: Activate the talisman, behold my Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!

"Master."

A deep male voice came from the other end of the phone, conveying an absolute sense of obedience.

"I've sent you the list and routes."

Qu Tong stood up, took her phone, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the street scene in the distance.

"We can move now. Remember to bring Ma Xianhong back alive, and do it cleanly, without leaving any loose ends."

"Yes." The reply was without hesitation. "Your subordinate guarantees to complete the mission."

After hanging up the phone, Qu Tong casually tossed her phone onto the sofa.

Ma Xianhong, the "perfect tool" she put so much effort into creating, how could she be taken away by the company so easily?

......

The next morning, the mist had not yet dissipated.

A large van bearing the words "Nadutong Express" sped along the winding mountain road.

The road is lined with dense woods that stretch as far as the eye can see.

The carriage was completely sealed off, with only the ventilation fan still humming.

Ma Xianhong sat on the metal plate in the corner of the carriage, his wrists cuffed with specially made handcuffs.

Several employees in Nadutong uniforms were sitting around me; some were dozing off, and others were scrolling through their phones.

Inside the driver's seat, a middle-aged driver with a buzz cut was holding the steering wheel with one hand and taking a sip of tea from his thermos with the other.

"Phew—finally we're about to leave Guizhou."

The man with the buzz cut smacked his lips. "This job was really troublesome. Once I get back to headquarters and give it a proper report, I need to find a bathhouse and get a good massage."

In the passenger seat, another, younger staff member was holding up his phone and tapping it every now and then.

"Let's get out of this mountain area quickly. The cell phone signal is completely unstable in this deep forest. We'll probably lose internet again when we enter the tunnel."

Ahead was the entrance to a rather long tunnel, like a dark hole. The truck veered off course and plunged into the tunnel.

The surrounding light dimmed instantly, with only the dim yellow lights on the tunnel ceiling flickering.

No one spoke in the car; only the dull roar of the engine echoed in the tunnel.

In such an enclosed space, people instinctively become vigilant.

Two minutes later, white light finally appeared ahead.

"They're out! They're out!"

The man in the passenger seat had just breathed a sigh of relief when his gaze shot through the windshield, and he jerked his upper body forward abruptly. "Holy crap! Brake! Brake!"

A black SUV had somehow ended up blocking the middle of the road, dozens of meters from the exit, completely shutting out both lanes.

The screeching sound of brakes echoed through the valley, and the tires left two long black tracks on the asphalt road, emitting a burnt smell.

The truck came to a sudden stop less than three meters from the SUV.

The two were in so much pain from the seatbelts that their ribs ached, and before they could even catch their breath, something unexpected happened.

Eight figures simultaneously emerged from the woods on both sides and behind the SUV, surrounding the truck in the blink of an eye.

These people were all dressed in suits, and their movements were synchronized and efficient.

The leading man with medium-length hair waved his hand and shouted only two words: "Make your move!"

The seven people unleashed their surging Qi and charged directly towards the front and sides of the train.

"Enemy attack!"

The buzz-cut driver in the cab yelled, kicked open the car door, and jumped out. His Qi enveloped his entire body, and the passenger in the front seat also tumbled out.

At the same time, the truck's rear cargo door made a loud "bang," and the two heavy iron doors were kicked open from the inside, crashing into the oncoming attackers.

Several employees dressed in NaDuTong uniforms filed out of the carriage and immediately engaged in a fight with the group.

Fists and feet clashed, and energy surged forth.

The man in the suit stood on the periphery, watching the fight unfold, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

In just a few exchanges, the three skilled fighters he brought were sent flying backwards.

Something's not right!

The man in the suit shouted sternly, "These men aren't ordinary guards! All of you, come back here!"

The group immediately sprang into action, using their magical artifacts to break free from the battle and retreat back to their leader's side.

But one person lay on the ground, unconscious.

How could that be?

The leader was somewhat taken aback.

"Be careful, these people also have magical artifacts, and they're of a high grade. We almost failed to take that person down."

At the intersection, a short man looked up, his eyes behind his glasses gleaming with wisdom. He was none other than Old Meng, the temporary worker.

Beside him, a tall man casually took off his hat, revealing a head of messy hair, and raised his right hand, which was tied with a black pipe.

"Oh my, this place has a really nice view, perfect for an ambush."

He stretched his neck, and his joints made a cracking sound.

Not far away, a blond young man also ripped off his delivery uniform, revealing a flashy thin jacket underneath.

"Tsk, I didn't expect Brother Ye to be right."

Wang Zhenqiu tied his hair up with a grin, "Everyone, you're here pretty early."

Xiao Zizai, Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao and the others stood there quietly, staring at the newcomer with unfriendly expressions.

The man in the suit who was in the lead instantly changed his expression, his brows furrowing: "Temporary workers? How could it be you!"

The intelligence report clearly stated that they were only escorting a group of ordinary agents from the All-Knowing Agency!

At this moment, the two people who had been in the driver's cab also took the opportunity to run to the temporary worker's side.

The driver with the buzz cut touched a broken jade pendant on his chest, panting heavily with lingering fear.

"That was close! If it weren't for the protective magic artifact that Boss Ye gave us before he left, we would have been killed in that surprise attack."

"Yeah yeah!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than another commotion came from inside the carriage, and Ma Xianhong slowly emerged from the shadows.

He glanced down at the specially made handcuffs on his wrists, snorted coldly, and casually shook his hands.

The handcuffs were shaken open and fell to the ground.

Ma Xianhong stared intently at the leading man in the suit, his expression filled with resentment, his teeth grinding together.

"Are you her people? Where is she?"

The man in the suit sensed the murderous aura emanating from Ma Xianhong, and his expression hardened.

"Where is Qu Tong?! Why didn't she come in person?!" Ma Xianhong practically roared as he said this.

The man in the suit's pupils dilated in shock.

"You...how could you..."

He pointed at Ma Xianhong, utterly astonished, and instantly understood.

It’s over.

The entire plan has been leaked, even the cult leader's identity has been exposed! This is a trap that was dug long ago!

"withdraw!"

The man in the suit let out a low shout and tried to turn and run into the depths of the woods.

"We're already here, what's the rush?"

A leisurely voice suddenly rang out in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, a large white bird flew down from the sky, and nine figures leaped off its back, landing in several empty spaces behind the men in suits, kicking up a cloud of dust as they landed.

The men in suits froze, their faces turning grim as they were surrounded.

Ahead were a few scattered temporary workers, and behind them were Ye Xing and his Akatsuki organization; the group was completely surrounded.

In mid-air, a figure floated down lightly and landed on a protruding rock.

As the dust settled, nine figures dressed in black robes with red cloud patterns appeared in the direction the group was trying to escape, blocking all their escape routes.

Ye Xing dusted off his hands, glanced at the group of people surrounded by him, and grinned.

"Now we've truly got them trapped. Are you all ready?"

'Detected members of the Yaoxing Society...'

"who are you?"

The leader of the group of men in suits stepped forward, staring intently at Ye Xing and asking a question.

Shouldn't you state your own name before asking someone else's name?

Ye Xing said with a smile.

"You can call me Mo. I'm curious, how did you know we were coming to intercept them?"

Mo was surrounded by the remaining six men, but he spoke calmly.

"It's very simple. I know more about your cult leader than you think, and I also know that you have a mole in the company."

Ye Xing spread his hands, looking relaxed.

Mo tried to control his expression, but the change in his pupils was still noticed by the temporary workers and Ye Xing present.

Faced with this inescapable situation, Mo's eyes darted around as he constantly observed the surroundings, his mind racing with thoughts of what to do.

"Can't think of a good way? Why not take a gamble? What if we can break out?"

Ye Xing raised an eyebrow and said to the group with a half-smile.

Xiao Zizai had already taken off his glasses, carefully put them into his breast pocket, and let out a satisfied sigh.