"Acting under orders?" Ning Yu sneered. "Under whose orders? Speak! Who instructed you to betray us?"

Zhang Qiang's eyes flickered, and he stammered, refusing to reveal the truth. Ning Yu knew that forcing him would only make him more stubborn, so he changed the subject, his tone laced with cunning: "You don't need to say anything, I already know who it is."

"You...you know?" Zhang Qiang was startled and blurted out.

Ning Yu didn't answer, but gave him a meaningful look, then turned and walked towards the door, saying as she walked, "Come with me, someone wants to see you."

Zhang Qiang hesitated for a moment, but ultimately followed. He didn't know where Ning Yu was taking him, but he felt a strange unease, as if he were walking step by step into an abyss…

They arrived at a secluded basement, originally used to store important supplies, but now it was deserted. Ning Yu walked to the center of the room, his back to Zhang Qiang, and said calmly, "Come out, I've brought him."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dark figure emerged from the shadows and appeared before Zhang Qiang. Upon seeing the newcomer, Zhang Qiang's face turned ashen, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

"You... how did you get here?" Zhang Qiang asked in horror.

"What? You're not welcoming me?" The newcomer sneered, approaching Zhang Qiang step by step. "I thought you had forgotten about me."

Zhang Qiang retreated in terror, only to find himself with nowhere to run. He looked at Ning Yu in despair, but found that the other man's face was expressionless, merely staring at him coldly, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"What...what do you want to do?" Zhang Qiang asked, his voice trembling.

"What do I want to do?" the newcomer sneered. "I'm here to deal with you, you traitor, of course!"

With that, he suddenly grabbed Zhang Qiang by the neck and lifted him up. Zhang Qiang struggled desperately, but to no avail. He felt his breathing becoming increasingly difficult, and his consciousness gradually fading…

"Stop!" Ning Yu suddenly spoke up at that moment.

The newcomer turned around and looked at Ning Yu with a puzzled expression: "What? You've changed your mind?"

Ning Yu shook his head, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "No, I just feel that letting him die like this is too easy for him."

He walked up to Zhang Qiang, looked down at him, and said, word by word, "I'll give you a chance. Tell me who's behind you, and I might consider giving you a quick death."

Zhang Qiang breathed heavily, a struggle flashing in his eyes. Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he said, "Yes..."

"It's...it's Wang Yue!" Zhang Qiang shouted hoarsely, as if he had used up all his strength.

Hearing this name, Ning Yu wasn't surprised; instead, he showed a knowing look. Wang Yue was the leader of another large supernatural organization that had long been at odds with Ning Yu's forces. He was cunning and treacherous, and had always tried to annex Ning Yu's power.

Ning Yu released his grip on Zhang Qiang, letting him slump to the ground, panting heavily. He turned to face the man who had been standing in the shadows. The man nodded, then disappeared back into the darkness, clearly going to deal with the moles planted by Wang Yue.

"Guards, lock Zhang Qiang up. No one is to approach him without my order!" Ning Yu commanded the person outside the door.

Afterwards, Ning Yu gathered all the members and explained the whole story. When they learned that the traitor who had been lurking among them was actually Zhang Qiang, everyone was immediately in an uproar.

"I knew it! There were always leaks during our recent operations. Turns out it was him!"

"This traitor! We trusted him so much, but you can never truly know a person's heart!"

...

The crowd was filled with righteous indignation and outraged, condemning Zhang Qiang's betrayal. Ning Yu raised his hand to signal everyone to quiet down, and said loudly, "I know you are all very angry right now, but please believe me, I have found a solution. Wang Yue wants to undermine us, but we will not let him succeed! We must unite as one to fight against the enemy, and we must not let the traitor's conspiracy succeed!"

Ning Yu's words were powerful and resonant, full of confidence and determination. His gaze was firm and sharp, as if he could see through people's hearts. His words greatly boosted morale, and the panic and unease that had permeated the crowd gradually dissipated, replaced by a burning anger and unwavering faith.

"Brother Ning is right. We can't panic. We have to trust Brother Ning!"

"That's right, we need to unite and teach that old fox Wang Yue a lesson!"

Looking at the spirited crowd, Ning Yu smiled with satisfaction. He knew the most difficult moment was over; now, his task was to lead them to victory!

Ning Yu returned to the command room, where Mu Xue was standing by the window, gazing at the distant, smoke-filled battlefield, lost in thought. Hearing Ning Yu's footsteps, she turned around, a hint of worry appearing on her usually cool face: "How is it? Has the matter been resolved?"

"Yes, it's resolved." Ning Yu walked to her side, put his arm around her shoulder, and said softly, "Don't worry, everything is under my control."

Mu Xue nodded gently, rested her head on his shoulder, and said with a hint of weariness in her voice, "That's good. Thank you for your hard work these past few days."

"Silly girl, don't say it's hard work." Ning Yu gently stroked her hair, his eyes full of tenderness.

A moment later, Ning Yu released Mu Xue, walked to the table, and spread out a map. The map clearly showed the troop deployments of both sides. His eyes were sharp, his fingers moving rapidly across the map as he analyzed the enemy's troop distribution, fighting style, and possible tactics.

"Wang Yue, this time, I'll make you pay..." Ning Yu muttered to himself, a cold glint in his eyes. He picked up a red pen and heavily circled a spot on the map—the weakest point in the enemy's defenses...