He took out his cell phone, lowered the brightness, and carefully photographed the devices from different angles, recording the model, structure, and any visible logos and nameplates of the equipment as clearly as possible.

The air in the warehouse was cold and stagnant, and there was a faint smell of a strange mixture of metal and chemical reagents.

This secret base hidden in an abandoned factory area, no matter what it is used for, the manpower and material resources invested behind it are obviously not small, and the person who planned this is definitely serious.

These photos must be shown to Nanxue as soon as possible.

He also had to find out as soon as possible what this old fox Martin was up to.

The current situation is much more complicated and difficult than he originally expected.

This muddy water is getting deeper and deeper.

The cigar between Fu Chen's fingers was never lit.

He leaned against the large desk, his eyes falling on a document on the table, but his brows were not furrowed because of the document.

There's something wrong with Martin's recent behavior.

The direction of funds and the progress of the project are contrary to his usual steady and cautious rhetoric.

What on earth does this old fox want to do?

He pressed the intercom: "Zhiru, please come to my office." His voice was flat, and no emotion could be heard.

Soon, there was a light knock on the door.

Xu Zhiru pushed the door open and came in, wearing a light-colored plain dress. She looked more haggard than usual. The dark shadow under her eyes seemed to be deliberately drawn, as if she really hadn't slept well.

"A Chen, you called me?" She lowered her voice and spoke cautiously. She walked to the table but did not sit down. Her hand unconsciously pinched the corner of her clothes.

Fu Chen raised his head from the documents and his eyes fell on her face: "Martin. What has he been busy with recently? Has Xu Zhao told you anything? What is he up to?"

Xu Zhiru twisted her fingers tighter, her eyes wandering. "Mr. Martin has certainly been very busy lately. Azhao didn't tell me what exactly it was, but I just feel like there's something he's not telling us. Achen, is there... is there something wrong with the project? I'm a little uneasy."

As she finished speaking, her eyes became slightly red and her voice was a little choked, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

Fu Chen felt annoyed watching her performance.

It was the same thing again, who was she performing for? Unfortunately, he was in no mood to enjoy her performance today.

"I can't explain it?" Fu Chen's tone dropped half a degree. "It was you who asked him to introduce Martin to me, and now you tell me you can't explain it at all? Xu Zhiru, do you think I'm a fool?"

Xu Zhiru shuddered at the chill in his words, her shoulders shrank unconsciously. "What I've been exposed to is really just the superficial. He never lets me get involved in the core affairs. Ah Chen, you know my situation well. I haven't been in good health. Maybe he's just concerned about me..."

She brought up the excuse of "poor health" again, and Fu Chen's ears were almost callused from hearing it.

"That's enough." Fu Chen didn't want to listen to her excuses anymore. "Get out."

Xu Zhiru moved her lips, as if she wanted to say something else, but in the end she just lowered her head and quietly retreated.

The door closed gently, isolating the deliberate weakness.

Fu Chen leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingertips rhythmically on the smooth table surface.

You can't get a single word of truth out of Xu Zhiru's mouth.

It seems that he has to take action personally.

Martin, this old sly guy, never takes action until he sees the rabbit. His action this time is so abnormal, there must be a bigger plot behind it.

He picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Get Martin. Tell him, 3 p.m., Genting, I need to talk to him."

In the private room of Genting Club, Fu Chen arrived a moment earlier than the agreed time.

He sat by the window, and outside the window was a microcosm of the city's prosperity.

Martin was on time, and when he pushed the door open, he had his signature businessman smile on his face, and was full of enthusiasm, as if they were close friends of many years.

But beneath that smile, there was something deeper than before.

"Mr. Fu, you are in such a hurry to make an appointment with me, but do you have any important instructions? Just tell me." Martin sat down opposite him, and the waiter came over and poured him a glass of red wine.

Fu Chen didn't touch the wine glass in front of him and got straight to the point: "Mr. Martin, there's no need for politeness. The funding flow of the project you and I are working on has been a bit off lately, and the progress has been delayed. I need an explanation."

Martin picked up the wine glass, twirling it leisurely between his fingers. He looked at the liquid and spoke slowly, "Mr. Fu, don't be anxious. Nothing in business is ever smooth sailing. Occasional minor ups and downs are perfectly normal. Everything is under control. These are just some minor technical issues that will be sorted out soon. You're a very busy man, so there's no need to personally inquire about such a small matter."

He smiled amiably, but his words were vague and irrelevant, and he kicked the ball cleanly.

Fu Chen's brows lowered a little. "Small problem? Small matter? Mr. Martin, the money invested by Fu's company is not for you to use to solve 'small problems'. I don't want to see any situation that is unfavorable to Fu's company. You'd better give me a clear answer, not these empty words."

"Of course." Martin nodded with a smile and raised his glass. "Mr. Fu, you can put your mind at ease. I have always had 100% confidence in our cooperation. Come, let's have a drink to our common success?"

Fu Chen's eyes didn't leave his face, and he made no move to raise his glass. "That's better. If I find out you've been doing anything behind my back, you know the consequences. My money, Fu Chen, isn't that easy to take."

The smile on Martin's face froze for a moment, then quickly melted away. "Mr. Fu, you're joking. We're allies, how could I do something like that? It's a win-win situation!"

He muttered to himself in his heart that Fu Chen, this old fox, was indeed not easy to deal with and was still so alert.

It seems that we need to think of a more reliable way.

On the other side, Ning Nanxue's phone vibrated slightly.

The screen lit up, revealing an encrypted file from Jiang Tingchen. She clicked on it, revealing information about Martin's secret warehouse, along with several photos of the equipment taken from different angles.

The devices in the photos were oddly shaped, exuding an indescribable sense of strangeness. Ning Nanxue's fingertips slid across the screen, zooming in on each one.

She knew clearly that Martin and Fu Chen were teaming up to swallow up the Ning family.

At a time like this, does Martin still have the leisure to mess around with these shady things?

"This old fox has quite a few tricks up his sleeve." Ning Nanxue snorted at the screen.

Jiang Tingchen added a sentence at the end of the message, asking her to be more careful, as Martin's background was unknown.

Ning Nanxue's finger paused on Fu Chen's name in the address book. Fu Chen... She wished he would get into trouble right away.