Lin Feng smiled, his calm gaze revealing no emotion, until Chong Tong walked step by step to the other side of the table and sat down opposite Lin Feng.

The director was at the far end of the table, with the other five people sitting casually to his left and right, two seats away from them. Then, Lin Feng and Chong Tong sat opposite each other.

Yuan Qixuan sat right next to Lin Feng, while Old Man Zhang sat at the very back.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Lin Feng's smile softened, as if he were deliberately trying to be friendly, or as if he were a longtime friend: "I didn't expect Yin Sitian to be an important partner of the Seventh Bureau."

“Of course, Yin Sitian has signed some agreements with the Seventh Bureau since its inception.” He remained calm, with double pupils, and apart from a slight bloodshot look in his eyes, he looked no different from an ordinary person.

I see...

Lin Feng glanced discreetly in the director's direction, not in a hurry to press him for anything. Instead, he nodded and said, "If I had known all this earlier, I would definitely have held back a bit. Otherwise, I really wouldn't have been able to see through Yin Sitian..."

Tsk tsk... Lin Feng feigned regret, his disdain for the other party showing no attempt to hide it.

The person opposite with double pupils naturally felt a bit angrier, but the anger came and went quickly. He then replied, "Who could have imagined that a tiny ant that could be crushed at will would actually make its way here?"

"Who isn't an ant?" Lin Feng's voice grew increasingly calm. "Does an ant that eats some honey and lifts up a leaf cease to be an ant?"

As he spoke, Lin Feng glanced at the people at the conference table. Some agreed, some were dismissive, but the bureau chief remained so calm that it was impossible to know what he was thinking.

Although uncertain, he could see the general intentions of these potential collaborators. Some of them genuinely believed they were ants, while others felt that everyone else was an ant, revealing their worldviews.

Are you?

The blood-red light in the double pupils became much more intense. A simple question drew Lin Feng's attention, and at that moment, the two of them seemed to be enveloped in a blood-red darkness.

Willpower attack?

Lin Feng did not detect any extraordinary power fluctuations; it was neither mental power nor soul power.

Are you?

The question from the double-pupiled man came again, and those blood-red eyes, like a huge bright moon, transformed into the figure of the double-pupiled man within his gaze.

It seems to be some kind of rule, a form of torture... a demonic power?

"You are," Lin Feng answered quickly. The figure in front of him split open in an instant and naturally disappeared before his eyes. At that moment, he returned to the conference room.

As he looked again, a curved line appeared in the double pupils, clearly revealing a profound sense of depth, which added a touch of the unknown to Lin Feng.

The power of cause and effect...

In that brief moment, some information was recorded by the other party, creating an invisible connection between them. It seemed that if this connection intensified, an uncontrollable encounter would occur between them.

As for the previous answer... it doesn't matter what was said; it was just the way they established contact.

"Hahaha, what ants? In all my years, I've never liked discussing such mystical things." Old Zhang ended the small exchange between the crowd, and with a hint of self-loathing, he sighed, "I used to think that everything under the Heavenly Dao was like an ant, but now, isn't the Heavenly Dao itself an ant? So what's the point of discussing it in the end? Isn't it all nothing, yet everything?"

“Old Zhang is right. The mysteries of this world are no longer what we perceive them to be.” The bureau chief seized the opportunity to continue the conversation: “Whether you are an ant or a god, everyone has their own choices.”

The director's voice drifted softly to everyone's ears: "We have plenty of time to discuss matters of principle; let's solve this problem first."

“Yes.” The man to the director’s right rested his right arm on the table, casting shadows on his face. The man leaning back in his chair spoke: “My informant within the Foundation says they have integrated what Evil Born Evil left behind into their power system.”

Lin Feng looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person was wearing a black leather outfit with a dragon-shaped bronze protective gear on their chest. They appeared to be male, but the voice was actually female.

"Ming Longque entered the Nightmare Space during the Ming Dynasty and belonged to the Ming Dynasty's Embroidered Uniform Guard Inspection Department, which managed all participants," the director quickly introduced.

Across from Minglongque, a bald man with a handsome face and a kind smile said, "My spies in the entertainment district have discovered Shizang. You're also investigating Ohno's affairs, right? I heard he specifically came to see you once."

"Zhang Hui, a supernatural being who entered the Nightmare Space during the Song Dynasty, is under the command of the Longevity Treasury," the director introduced again.

Zhang Hui was dressed in a rather ornate manner, with a dark green jewel-like sheen shining through his black Tang suit.

Changshengku was a pawnshop opened by temples in the Song Dynasty. It was also known as Wujincai, Wujinzang, or Kuzhiqian.

“Yes,” Lin Feng replied.

"My name is Mu Yu, a member of the Immortals of the Han Dynasty," another handsome man in white robes spoke up after Lin Feng answered.

The man was dressed in white, with his hands clasped in his arms, his long hair combed back, and wearing a white jade headband. Upon closer inspection, Mu Yu possessed both the elegance of an ancient person and the sophistication of a modern one.

The Ming Dynasty, the Song Dynasty, the Han Dynasty, and so on... Lin Feng nodded slightly in response to the other party's gaze.

"Young man, you are quite familiar with Xie Shengxie. What are your thoughts on this matter?" An elderly man, who appeared to be about forty years old and was wearing a floral-patterned jacket from the Republican era, spoke up as he approached Lin Feng.

“Qing, Wuxiantang, Liu Baiqing, you can call me Aunt Liu.”

Qing Dynasty? Aunt Liu of the Five Immortals?

Liu Baiqing's eyes shifted for a few moments, five different pupils flashing through them, faintly revealing five different faces.

As Liu Baiqing finished speaking, the last person turned around. The people in front of him were all looking at him, revealing different meanings.

This person seems to be of great interest to them.

"Qin Ruishi, Hei Fu," the short-haired, slightly dark-skinned man spoke, "How are your negotiations with Yin Sitian going?"

The moment the word "cooperation" was uttered, everyone suppressed their outward aura, and the entire conference room seemed to return to its previous state, with only the confrontational gazes between Lin Feng and Chong Tong remaining.

"I'm fine."

Lin Feng nodded immediately, and amidst the surprised gazes of everyone, he addressed all the questions he had just asked: "I am not familiar with the Foundation's affairs, but my friend Sizang has indeed uncovered some information about Ohno's side. In addition, we are quite familiar with him, so he is probably planning something big this time."

It was half true and half false, but the truth in it drew everyone's attention: his familiarity with Ohno.

"Furthermore, based on what Xie Shengxie told me last time, there is a high probability that he will successfully advance to the Heavenly level."

Truth and falsehood intertwined... Lin Feng tapped his fingers lightly on the table a few times: "Once I help Yin Sitian mend the Heavenly Dao, I will enter the Chaotic World to help Xie Shengxie complete his advancement."

Watching the changes in everyone's expressions, Old Man Zhang couldn't help but clench his fists. He felt a sense of familiarity about it.

Yuan Qixuan frantically suppressed the smile on his lips, secretly glanced at the group, and raised his hand to cover his mouth.