Hong Kong variety show: The mastermind behind the scenes is emerging.

New Territories, Ka Ho Security Safe House.

The solitary confinement cell was not large, with cold, unfinished cement walls on all four sides. A rickety incandescent light bulb hung overhead, emitting a pale yellow light that made the faces of the people inside appear ashen.

There was a musty and rusty smell in the air, mixed with dampness that seemed to have seeped in from somewhere.

Thiago sat in the middle of the iron chair, his hands cuffed to the table, his ankles locked to the chair legs. Harrison sat beside him, also cuffed.

He looked up at the tightly closed iron gate, then at Thiago.

For several hours since he was put into the car, Thiago has remained silent. Since arriving here, he hasn't changed his posture much, staring blankly at the mold spots on the opposite corner of the wall.

"Thiago," he whispered.

no respond.

"Fxxk, at least say something!" Harrison lowered his voice even further, a hint of agitation in his tone. "You look like a dead man, it scares me."

Thiago finally moved. He slowly turned his head, nudging Harrison, his lips moving to utter a hoarse syllable: "...What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid you'll do something rash," Harrison said through gritted teeth. "Don't overcomplicate things. In intelligence work, betrayal and being betrayed are commonplace. The most important thing now is to find a way to survive. We'll settle accounts with that old woman later!"

Thiago didn't reply. He silently turned his head back and continued to stare intently at the dried brown water stain on the wall.

Just then, the iron gate suddenly opened.

The man who walked in was in his early thirties. He was not tall and rather thin, wearing a well-pressed gray shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms, revealing his powerful muscles.

He walked unhurriedly to the two men, pulled out the extra iron chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and let his gaze linger on their faces for a while.

"You two," he said slowly, "you must be tired from your long journey."

No one responded.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Tian Yangzhi, the second older brother of Tian Yangyong," he continued. "Last time, Ayong treated you to tea, but he didn't treat you well and got a scolding from me. Today, it's my turn to have a chat with you."

Thiago didn't even lift his eyelids, as if he were in deep meditation.

"I'm not as hot-tempered as Ah Yong. I act entirely on my own initiative," Tian Yangzhi said. "If you have anything you want to say, just say it. If the product satisfies our boss, I don't mind being merciful and letting you go. Of course, if you don't want to say anything, that's fine too. I'm too lazy to force you. Anyway, Jiahe Security is a big company, and we can afford to feed two people..."

A long, oppressive silence fell over the dimly lit basement, with only the buzzing of the overhead fluorescent lights echoing in my ears.

"I have something to say," Harrison suddenly broke the silence in a deep voice.

Thiago turned sharply to look at him.

"I can tell you everything I know," Harrison said calmly, looking at Tian Yangzhi, "but I have conditions."

Tian Yangzhi raised an eyebrow: "Speak."

"First, guarantee our safety. Second, don't mistreat us," Harrison said, enunciating each word clearly. "We don't expect to get out, but after we've done our job, you have to let us live, and live with dignity."

"Harrison!" Thiago's voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed from his throat, "You—"

"Haven't you seen it yet, Thiago?" Harrison turned to look at him, his eyes filled with something indescribable. "We two have been played by that old woman M from beginning to end! She never intended to save us, and she wouldn't even give us a decent death."

Thiago opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

"Since she acted so cruelly first," Harrison said, becoming increasingly agitated, "why should we be fools and keep those damn secrets for her?!"

Thiago stared intently at Harrison's somewhat distorted face for a very long time.

Then, he slowly turned his head away, as if he hadn't heard those words.

Sitting opposite him, Tian Yangzhi watched the exciting infighting unfold with great interest, then nodded in satisfaction: "Deal."

He stood up, opened the iron gate, and shouted outside, "Someone, take him back."

Two menacing-looking security guards entered upon hearing this, and lifted Thiago off the iron chair as if he were a chick, one on each side.

The shackles dragged on the ground, making a clattering sound.

"Since you're not cooperating," Tian Yangzhi's voice rang out behind him, "then you'd better stay inside quietly. Call me anytime you come to your senses."

The iron gate closed, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away along the corridor.

Now, only the two of them are left in the house.

Tian Yangzhi turned around, looked at Harrison who was still handcuffed to the chair, suddenly dropped his serious expression, chuckled, took out his key, and personally unlocked Harrison's handcuffs and leg irons.

Harrison flexed his wrist, gasped, and gave a wry smile: "Your brother handcuffed me way too tightly. I feel like if I stay here any longer, this hand will be ruined."

"We have to go all the way," Tian Yangzhi said, tossing over the cigarette case and lighter. "But that kid A Yong is used to being rough, I'll definitely teach him a lesson for you later."

That's right. In fact, Jackson was never the only spy planted in MI6's H station.

The so-called selfless escort of Thiago to escape, the two relying on each other to survive on the run, and the self-inflicted injury performed on the abandoned dock in a show of shared hatred were all just a grand performance for Thiago's benefit!

The play had only one purpose: to make MI6, the sharpest computer genius, belong to the Lu family from then on.

Knowing the plot, Lu Chen naturally knew just how talented Thiago was in hacking—in the original movie storyline of his previous life, after escaping death, this kid actually built a huge hacker empire from scratch, and in the end, he was even able to easily manipulate a country's stock market and elections.

The 21st century will belong to the Internet and the information age. Lu Chen would never let go of such a technological genius who is comparable to a nuclear weapon.

Harrison skillfully pulled out a cigarette, tore it open, lit it with a snap, and took a deep drag.

As the smoke slowly escaped from his nose, he seemed to come back to life as if he had survived a catastrophe, his body limp as he slid halfway down the back of the chair.

"God... I've been craving this for so long."

"We'll have to hold on a little longer," Tian Yangzhi said, lighting a cigarette and sitting down again opposite him. "What's the current situation with that Thiago kid?"

"He's utterly disappointed," Harrison said. "M's move completely extinguished the last shred of faith in him, but it's too early for him to turn against MI6. I have to admit, MI6's brainwashing techniques are really effective; even at this point, he still has some hope left."

Tian Yangzhi nodded: "The incident happened too suddenly. It's unrealistic to completely reshape a person's values ​​in just a few days, especially since he is essentially a highly idealistic fanatic."

"No rush, take your time," Harrison flicked his cigarette ash. "Once his internal scales start to tip, the rest is just a matter of time."

"Then I'll have to trouble you," Tian Yangzhi said. "Stay by his side and finish this charade."

Harrison chuckled. "It's my job anyway. Just make sure the bonus is ready."

Tian Yangzhi also laughed heartily: "No problem, this plan was personally approved by the boss, and the bonus will definitely be large enough to satisfy you."

Upon hearing this, Harrison's eyes suddenly lit up, and he took another deep drag of his cigarette with satisfaction.