Defeated, Jiang Yao fled in panic back to the mysterious organization's base, like a wounded yet still ferocious beast. Along the way, she was consumed by resentment and resentment, her nails digging deep into her palms. The crescent-shaped blood marks seemed to embody the very essence of her twisted heart. The scenery outside the car window flew by, but all she could see was Jiang Zhi's utterly abhorrent face, which flashed repeatedly in her mind, each time like a stab to the heart.
The stronghold, hidden deep in the mountains, was heavily guarded. Layers of barbed wire, secret sentries, and high-tech surveillance equipment formed an impenetrable fortress. As Jiang Yao's car entered the stronghold's gate, the heavy iron door slowly closed behind her, making a dull sound, like a countdown to death, hammering at her heart.
She knew full well that her mission had failed. Given the ruthless, unscrupulous nature of the shadowy organization's leadership, she would undoubtedly face severe punishment. To protect herself, upon entering the headquarters' lobby, Jiang Yao feigned composure. She glanced at the few trusted aides who approached, and they quickly retreated. She straightened her disheveled clothes, took a deep breath, and, trying to calm the grimace on her face, she put on a pitiful expression and headed towards the meeting room where the higher-ups were.
The lights in the conference room were dim, and the atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating. At the end of a long conference table sat several core members of a mysterious organization. They were dressed in black suits, their faces stern, their eyes as sharp as hawks, as if they could see through any lie. Jiang Yao walked in with a slight bow, her voice trembling, "Gentlemen, I'm back."
The leading executive, a ruthless Japanese named Sato Ichiro, swept his cold gaze over Jiang Yao. His voice, deep and deep, sounded like it came from hell, "Jiang Yao, the mission failed. Do you acknowledge your guilt?" Jiang Yao slumped to her knees, tears welling in her eyes. She placed her hands on the ground, sobbing, "Sir, please listen to my explanation. Jiang Zhi was simply too cunning. She had a group of helpers who appeared out of nowhere, all highly skilled in martial arts. We were simply outnumbered! Furthermore, several of the men I brought with me chickened out and ruined everything. I've already punished them severely. Please give me another chance." She pulled out several photos from her bosom, showing several men battered and dying. "These are the traitors. I dealt with them personally."
Sato Ichiro frowned slightly, took the photo, and glanced at it, a flicker of doubt in his eyes. A European-looking executive nearby, named Claude, snorted coldly, "Jiang Yao, your explanation is a bit far-fetched. From what I know, before the operation, you promised us it would be easy. Now that it's like this, how can we trust you anymore?" Jiang Yao's heart tightened. She quickly crawled a few steps on her knees and grabbed Claude's trouser leg. "Master Claude, my loyalty to the organization is evident to all! This was truly an accident. You know how difficult Jiang Zhi is to deal with. She's full of cunning schemes and is in cahoots with Shen Qingchen. Their power should not be underestimated. But I've learned some of their new trends. If you give me a little more time, I'll definitely be able to atone for my sins."
Everyone was silent for a moment, and then Sato Ichiro spoke up, "Tell me, what do you know?" Jiang Yao was secretly delighted, knowing that this move had temporarily stabilized the situation. She wiped her tears, stood up, and walked to the conference room's projection screen. She pressed the remote control, and a few blurry photos and a few intercepted audio clips appeared on the screen. "Ladies and gentlemen, please look, this is where Jiang Zhi and the others have been hiding recently. Although they've been very careful, I still found some clues. And this audio clip shows them discussing their next move. It seems they're planning to unite with other forces to launch a counterattack against us. However, their plan is still incomplete. I can take this opportunity to infiltrate their ranks and disrupt their alliance."
Several high-ranking officials murmured among themselves. Sato Ichiro nodded slightly, "Jiang Yao, I'll trust you this time. But remember, this is your last chance. If you mess up again, you know the organization's rules." Jiang Yao nodded quickly, "Thank you for your trust, sir. I will definitely live up to your expectations."
Jiang Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief after leaving the meeting room, her back already drenched in cold sweat. She knew she had only escaped danger temporarily, and the higher-ups' suspicions of her hadn't been completely dispelled. To regain their trust, she spent the next few days hustling around, personally leading intelligence gathering efforts and constantly reporting seemingly useful information to the higher-ups, even if some of it was fabricated or exaggerated.
Yet, beneath this seemingly positive facade, Jiang Yao's heart was spiraling ever more mad. Every time she thought of Jiang Zhi, the sweet moments she shared with Shen Qingchen, and all that she desired but couldn't obtain, the flames of jealousy burned fiercely within her, threatening to consume her. She would often retreat to her room alone late at night, raving hysterically at her distorted self in the mirror, her hands tearing at her hair until it lay in disarray.
"Why? Why can she have everything, while I have to suffer humiliation here!" Jiang Yao's voice echoed in the empty room, revealing endless sadness and hatred. She looked at the photo of Jiang Zhi on the table, which she had secretly taken. In the photo, Jiang Zhi had a gentle smile, bright eyes, and a child in her arms. Jiang Yao's eyes fell on the child, and a trace of viciousness flashed in them: "You evil child, you should not exist in this world."
Driven by this frenzy, Jiang Yao secretly gathered her trusted aides. These were men who had served her for years, equally ruthless and ruthless, and who shared a certain discontent with the organization. They often met secretly in the basement, the dim light flickering, illuminating their sinister faces.
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