Fan Shengmei stared intently at the suspicious individuals before her, silently calculating her next move. She knew time was running out; she needed to find more compelling evidence to expose the mole. Meanwhile, Meng Yanchen anxiously awaited the neutral company's response in his office. He knew every second held the key to the future of the Fu Group. Both men faced crucial choices on their respective battlefields; whether they could overcome their difficulties remained uncertain.

Meng Yanchen paced back and forth in his office, his eyes frequently glancing at his phone on his desk, as if hoping to urge Neutral Company to reply quickly. Just as he was about to lose patience, his phone rang abruptly, its shrill ringtone jarring in the quiet office. Meng Yanchen practically lunged for the phone, grabbing it. His assistant's excited voice came from the other end: "Mr. Meng, it's done! [Neutral Company Name] has decided to cooperate with us!" Meng Yanchen's tense nerves instantly relaxed, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He knew his newly devised negotiation strategy had worked.

The news quickly spread throughout the industry, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples. Other neutral companies, upon hearing the news, expressed their willingness to reconsider their cooperation with the Fu Group. Meng Yanchen seized the opportunity and immediately arranged for communication and negotiations with these companies. The office returned to its usual bustling activity, with the sounds of telephones and keyboards mingling together.

Meanwhile, having confirmed she had sufficient evidence, Fan Shengmei decided to take action against one of the moles—Zhao Qiang from the marketing department. She quietly went to Zhao Qiang's office area and found him sitting at his desk, seemingly focused on his work, but his eyes kept darting around, and his expression was slightly flustered. Fan Shengmei sneered inwardly; it seemed this guy had already noticed something.

Fan Shengmei casually walked up to Zhao Qiang and said softly, "Zhao Qiang, come to the archives room, I need to talk to you about something." Zhao Qiang stiffened slightly, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes, but he still got up and followed Fan Shengmei to the archives room. The archives room was filled with the smell of old paper, the lighting was dim, and tall bookshelves filled the room, giving it a somewhat oppressive feel.

As soon as they entered the archives, Zhao Qiang asked impatiently, "Sister Fan, what's up? I have some urgent work to do." Fan Shengmei didn't answer immediately. Instead, she walked to a bookshelf, slowly pulled out a document, but kept her eyes fixed on Zhao Qiang. She could sense his nervousness; his hands were unconsciously clenched, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Fan Shengmei felt the time was right and coldly said, "Zhao Qiang, you should know what you've done." Zhao Qiang's face turned deathly pale instantly, but he still stubbornly insisted, "Sister Fan, what do you mean by that? I don't understand." Fan Shengmei stopped beating around the bush and directly threw the evidence she had collected on the table, "This evidence is enough to prove that you colluded with the mysterious investment group and sold company secrets."

Upon seeing the evidence, a flicker of despair crossed Zhao Qiang's eyes, but it quickly turned fierce. He suddenly lunged at the table, attempting to snatch the evidence and destroy it. Fan Shengmei, anticipating this, stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Qiang's arm tightly. The two began to wrestle in the archives, knocking documents off the shelves and sending papers flying through the air.

Zhao Qiang was tall and much stronger than Fan Shengmei. He swung her forcefully, almost causing her to fall. But Fan Shengmei didn't give up. After regaining her balance, she pounced on Zhao Qiang again, using all her strength to pin him to the table. Zhao Qiang struggled, flailing his arms wildly, trying to break free from Fan Shengmei's control to get the evidence. Fan Shengmei could feel Zhao Qiang's resistance growing increasingly fierce. Her arm was scratched by Zhao Qiang, sending a sharp pain through her, but she gritted her teeth and refused to let go.

In the midst of the fierce struggle, Zhao Qiang's elbow accidentally bumped into a desk lamp. The lamp wobbled a few times before falling to the floor with a "crack," scattering shards of glass. The crisp sound of breaking glass was particularly jarring in the quiet archives room. Fan Shengmei was startled by the sudden noise, and her grip loosened slightly. Taking advantage of this, Zhao Qiang broke free from her control and lunged at the evidence again.

Between communications with other neutral companies, Meng Yanchen felt a vague unease. He didn't know if Fan Shengmei's operation was going smoothly and wanted to call to ask, but he was afraid of disturbing her. He paced back and forth in his office, glancing occasionally towards the archives, as if he could see what was happening inside.

Inside the archives, Fan Shengmei and Zhao Qiang remained locked in a stalemate. Zhao Qiang was close to obtaining the evidence; his fingers touched the paper, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. Fan Shengmei, frantic with worry, rushed forward, using her body to block the evidence. Enraged, Zhao Qiang shoved Fan Shengmei forcefully. She stumbled backward, crashing into a bookshelf behind her, a sharp pain shooting through her back.

But Fan Shengmei didn't back down. She endured the pain and charged at Zhao Qiang again. This time, taking advantage of Zhao Qiang's momentary lapse in attention, she kicked him hard in the knee, sending him sprawling to his knees. Fan Shengmei seized the opportunity to snatch the evidence and clutch it tightly to her chest. Zhao Qiang, kneeling on the ground, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness, gasped for breath and said viciously, "Fan Shengmei, don't be so smug! You won't get away with this!"

Panting, Fan Shengmei coldly replied, "You should worry about yourself first." Holding the evidence, she warily eyed Zhao Qiang and slowly backed towards the door. Just as she was about to open the door to leave, Zhao Qiang suddenly leaped up from the ground and pounced on her again…