Reversing Falsehood and Preserving Truth: All Gods and Gods Are in My Hands

Chen Mo didn't give Zhou Jingming a chance to refute, and suddenly changed the subject: "Mr. Zhou, why are you so familiar with 'smuggling'? Last month, a batch of goods transshipped by the Zhou Group through the border of the Southern Shan State was labeled as 'handheld game consoles' in the import and export data published by our customs, but the product category published by the Southern Shan State Customs at the same time clearly showed that it was 'military radio accessories'."

He paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping over the guests who were listening intently. His voice was soft but clear: "The Zhou family's business scope has never included military-related products. Is this 'bait and switch' operation some kind of 'special international logistics business' being conducted by the Zhou family?"

"Whoosh—!"

The entire audience erupted in chaos.

Guests quickly pulled out their phones to search, and moments later, someone exclaimed in surprise, "It's true! You can even find the record on the South Shan State Customs website!"

"Zhou's actions are blatantly violating regulations! Military radio parts can't be transported around like that!"

The crowd that had been pointing fingers at the Zhao family had now completely reversed course, their gazes towards Zhou Jingming filled with disdain and scrutiny. No one had expected that this seemingly righteous whistleblowing against the Zhao family would ultimately turn into an exposure of Zhou's scandal.

Zhou Jingming trembled all over, his face as pale as paper, and his previous arrogance vanished completely.

He never expected that Chen Mo could not only accurately expose his fabricated evidence, but also dig up dirt on the Zhou family from public channels. This young man's insight was terrifying.

"You...you're talking nonsense! This is slander! It's fabricated information!"

His incoherent explanations were utterly unconvincing.

"Whether it's forged or not, the customs department can find out by checking the original documents."

Chen Mo's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "Compared to your flawed 'evidence,' the officially published filing records are clearly more convincing."

Knowing the situation was hopeless, Zhou Jingming could no longer maintain his composure and turned to flee with his bodyguards: "Let's go!"

"Young Master Zhou, don't be in such a hurry to leave."

Zhao Lei finally couldn't contain his anger any longer. He stepped forward and firmly blocked his path, his tone full of vindictive satisfaction, "You made my dad kneel down and beg you just now, now it's your turn to beg us, isn't it?"

"Get out of the way!"

Zhou Jingming roared with red eyes and reached out to push Zhao Lei away, but he had been pampered for many years and was no match for Zhao Lei's strong body nourished by the body-nourishing cream.

Zhao Lei didn't move an inch, instead causing him to stagger back two steps.

"You can leave if you want."

Chen Mo stepped forward slowly, blocking his path, his eyes cold. "First, withdraw the false information you submitted to the regulatory authorities. Otherwise, I will send the complete logical chain of your fabricated evidence, along with publicly available anomaly data on the Zhou family's transshipment through the Southern Shan State, to the Narcotics Bureau, Customs, and the Industry and Commerce Bureau, and have them investigate thoroughly. Do you think they will believe your flawed lies or the publicly verifiable official records?"

Zhou Jingming froze, looking into Chen Mo's eyes that seemed to see through everything, knowing that the other party meant what he said.

Trembling, he pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and hysterically shouted into the receiver, "Quickly! Withdraw all the materials sent to the regulatory authorities! Immediately! Right now!"

After hanging up the phone, he dared not linger any longer. Like a stray dog, he fled the banquet hall with his bodyguards without looking back. His back view was disheveled, and he even forgot to pick up the black folder that had fallen to the ground.

As the guests watched him flee, whispers rose and fell, their eyes filled with awe as they looked at Chen Mo, Lu Yu, and Su Wan.

"These students are amazing! So young, yet so meticulous!"

"The Zhou family's attempt to steal a chicken backfired spectacularly. Not only did they fail to bring down the Zhao family, but they also exposed their own weaknesses!"

"Zhao Zhenhong is so lucky; his son's friend is so reliable!"

Old Master Zhao, seated at the head of the table, slowly rose, cupped his hands in greeting to Chen Mo and the other two, and said sincerely, "Thank you all for your help, young friends. You not only saved my life but also helped the Zhao family clear their name. I will remember this kindness."

After this commotion, the festive atmosphere of the birthday banquet has been completely destroyed.

Although the guests were still discussing it, the previous lively atmosphere had faded, and many had begun to make excuses to leave.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhenhong could only sigh helplessly: "I apologize for what happened today. Let's end the birthday banquet here and invite you all to another day."

After seeing off the last group of guests, only the Zhao family and Lu Yu remained in the banquet hall.

Zhao Zhenhong looked at the three teenagers who had helped him so much, his eyes filled with extremely complex emotions.

He wanted to express his gratitude, but he was also wary of their abilities.

Chen Mo's insight was too sharp, as if he could see through all of Lu Yu's hidden thoughts; Lu Yu was calm and insightful, and his eyes held a power that could not be underestimated; Su Wan seemed weak, but she always inadvertently revealed her keen ability to perceive people's hearts.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but in the end, he only managed to say, "Xiao Lei, take your classmates home. Be careful on the way."

"Alright!" Zhao Lei was still basking in the satisfaction of slapping Zhou Jingming in the face and didn't notice his father's unusual behavior, so he readily agreed.

The three followed Zhao Lei out. As they passed Zhao Zhenhong, Lu Yu paused slightly. His pale golden power of truth quietly circulated, and he clearly sensed a faint trace of illusory energy lingering around Zhao Zhenhong.

Chen Mo pushed up his glasses, a sharp, golden line of insight flashing quickly in his eyes. He caught Zhao Zhenhong's tense muscles and the fleeting anxiety and concealment deep in his eyes. Clearly, while Zhou Jingming's accusations were false, they had indeed touched upon some of Zhao Zhenhong's secrets.

Su Wan's spiritual power quietly unfolded, and she clearly sensed the surging emotions in Zhao Zhenhong's heart—gratitude, apprehension, anxiety, and a trace of barely perceptible fear. These emotions intertwined, making him exude an aura of "guilt," which was by no means merely a stress reaction after being slandered.

The three exchanged a glance, all seeing the same suspicion in each other's eyes.

As they reached the entrance of the manor, Zhao Zhenhong suddenly called out to them.

The three turned around and saw him standing on the steps, his posture slightly stiff, his tone deliberately gentle: "Thank you all today. Please take good care of Xiao Lei at school. If there is anything the Zhao family can do to help, please don't hesitate to ask."

"Uncle Zhao, you're too kind. We're friends."

Lu Yu spoke calmly, his True Power confirming once again the existence of that abnormal energy. "But Uncle Zhao, although the Zhou family has made mistakes, if the 'special goods' Zhou Jingming mentioned earlier are indeed legitimate scientific research reagents, perhaps the relevant registration should be improved to avoid unnecessary trouble in the future."

Zhao Zhenhong's eyes flickered for a moment, then he quickly nodded: "Yes, yes, you're right, we'll handle the follow-up."

His response was quick and hasty, with a clear sense of evasion.

Chen Mo added, "A transparent and open process is not only the best way to protect businesses, but also to avoid misunderstandings."

Zhao Zhenhong's expression stiffened slightly, his lips moved, but in the end he only said, "I understand, thank you for reminding me."

Su Wan looked at his tense profile and said softly, "Uncle Zhao, if you have any concerns, perhaps speaking them out will make you feel more at ease." Her spiritual power detected that Zhao Zhenhong's heartbeat suddenly quickened when she said these words.

Zhao Zhenhong glanced at Su Wan with a complicated expression, but in the end he just waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, be careful on the road."

As the car drove away from the manor, Zhao Lei was still enthusiastically complaining about Zhou Jingming's disheveled state, unaware of the silence of the three people beside him.