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Lin Che opened the file folder.

The bag had been sitting on the table for quite some time, bulging and full, but no one had ever seen him open it.

Inside was nothing unusual, just a stack of evidence.

While he was painstakingly working his way up in Kenya that year, he wasn't just focused on robbing mines.

Who was handing him the knife behind his back? Who was making connections overseas? What dirty money was being tried to smear Wei Guang? As he fought, he had Shen Nan file all of these details one by one, according to LFW's rules.

At the time, they were just scraps that were not needed, but as I saved them up, they ended up in this bag today.

None of these things came out of thin air; they were all earned through real battles and meticulously recorded throughout the year.

He pushed the stack of things to the center of the table.

Then he spoke, but not in defense.

He simply looked at the matter from a different perspective.

Many things in this world are not about what they are, but about who defines them.

The person who never showed up managed to trace Weiguang's cross-border transactions over the past year.

To compile such a document, one needs channels, manpower, and oversight for more than a year.

An ordinary auditor has neither the ability nor the motive to do so.

The fact that someone would invest so much money and keep an eye on every penny of a Chinese company suggests that there must be an organized network behind it.

If you rephrase the question, the problem changes.

Why would a foreign power go to such great lengths to keep a close eye on a Chinese company?

With this question, the report is no longer evidence of Wei Guang's guilt.

It became that overseas network, keeping an eye on the supply of a core Chinese capability.

The same logic applies to the proposal to include Abyss in the Entity List.

What it's trying to suppress isn't an ordinary company, but a national capability that has been certified by technical evaluation and clearly stated in black and white as needing protection.

The person who once said "see you later" across the negotiating table in Africa is now pushing back this very proposal.

The more he pushes the proposal forward, the more it confirms one thing: there is a force overseas determined to cut off this capability.

A document aimed at suppressing a nation's capabilities from abroad, when handed to the right people, carries a completely reversed weight.

As for Weiguang itself, it was so clean that there was not a single flaw to be found.

LFW's five active markings are the toughest defense in this line of defense.

Others try to fix things after they happen, but he lays every step out in the open beforehand. You can come and check; the ledger is right here, and nothing is missing.

If you can't find fault with a company that exposes itself so clearly, then you can only prove that the fault lies with those who are watching it.

At this point, the weight of that stack of papers was completely reversed.

The same report, when written down by the reviewer, is like a knife piercing through the glimmer of light.

When it fell into Lin Che's hands, he redefined what it was, and it became a shield in front of Wei Guang.

Not a single word was changed; the only difference was who said it mattered.

Whoever holds the pen that makes the decisions wins.

Those who wanted to expose his things ended up protecting him instead.

The very things that were meant to restrain him actually elevated him.

The more fiercely the opponent attacks, the more knives they hand over, the thicker the wall he welds together becomes.

The harder they tried, the deeper they dug the moat around Weiguang's city.

That's the most satisfying part of this move.

He neither blocked the two knives nor reached out to snatch them.

He simply stood still, letting the two knives fall on the man who handed them the knives.

From this moment on, the tracking of faint light is an act of foreign interference against a national capability.

Standing at this angle, the air inside the room changes.

Those who were just waiting for Weiguang to give an explanation have quietly shifted their stance.

Weiguang is no longer a company waiting to explain itself.

It has become a national asset coveted by foreign powers and must be protected.

A nation has no reason not to protect a national capability that is coveted by foreign powers.

The institutional force that had previously suppressed the faint light has now changed direction.

Originally, the goal was to force it to explain the situation; now, the goal is to protect it.

The same set of rules, which used to be a rope around the neck, has now become a shield in front of the body.

The head of national security held the stack of evidence and looked at it for a long time before finally looking up.

"So," he said, "anyone who wants to touch the 'microlight' will have to think twice before doing so, because they'll need to use a national capability."

In short, the roles of offense and defense have been completely reversed.

Everyone in the room understood the weight of those words.

To try to take advantage of Weiguang is to try to take advantage of state property; not many people can afford to take that risk.

The remaining tangled threads, which had been difficult to untangle, gradually came back into place one by one, following this angle.

David Leung, the middleman who had always been ambiguous in his relationship with the foreign network, now had a clear connection to the outside world.

Following his lead, the true designers of that tracking system were actually based overseas.

The records left by the joint supervision in Kenya have become the cleanest proof of Weiguang's efforts; everything that needed to be reported was reported, everything that needed to be prepared was prepared, and nothing was missed.

Even those few transactions that were marked and intended to be pinned on Weiguang, those marks themselves have now become physical evidence of foreign interference, and the three accounts have been cleared of wrongdoing.

Lin Che didn't waste any more words on this; the main point wasn't here.

The main point is that those two knives are no longer knives.

Shen Nan pushed the briefcase forward again, but there was still no sound.

Those traces were notes he made on his own initiative along the way.

Individually, each chain seems unremarkable, but when put together, they form an unassailable chain.

When he said he'd save it for later use, no one expected it would be used in this way.

This time, that promise came true.

He Wei stood to one side, staring at the stack of things on the table, which had transformed from a deadly knife into a protective shield, and remained in a daze for a long time.

She always thought that at this point, there would inevitably be a life-or-death battle.

But Lin Che didn't slam the table or move a finger; he simply turned the knife that someone handed him around.

Having followed Lin Che for so many years, this was the first time she understood that the most ruthless retaliation was one that didn't even require lifting a finger.

She used to think that Lin Che won because he was ruthless.

Only today did she realize that true skill lies not in defeating the opponent, but in ensuring that every punch thrown by the opponent lands on the very wall that is being built for her.

At this moment, the two knives that had been hanging over Wei Guang's head were completely turned upside down.

It transformed into a pillar protecting the faint light.

The other one also became a pillar protecting the faint light.

The encirclement that had cornered him was transformed by his own actions into a moat that no one could breach.

What once cost him his life has become the reason why no one can touch him anymore.

The room fell silent.

Lin Che's gaze fell back on the folder on the table.

Abyss v4 is still available.

But this time, that blank space is different.

It is no longer an empty space where no answer can be written down.

It is an empty space, waiting to be filled with the first stroke.