One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Zhang Chulan understood immediately.

He immediately adopted a serious, businesslike expression.

He took out the plastic evidence bag from his backpack.

"Master Tang, Director Zhang, Senior Qiushan."

Zhang Chulan stepped forward and gently placed the transparent plastic bag on the wooden table in the middle.

The tiny, inconspicuous gray powder inside looked somewhat faded under the light.

"What's this?" Zhang Wang frowned, staring at the bag.

"We encountered a small problem in Beijing a few days ago."

Zhang Chulan began to explain clearly and logically:

"Ma Xianhong, the successor of the Divine Strategist, was kidnapped right under our noses without anyone noticing."

"The other party used a colorless, odorless, and extremely fast-acting drug, which instantly knocked Old Ma out."

Zhang Chulan pointed to the bag on the table.

"This is the little bit of residue we managed to extract from the grout between the floor tiles on site."

Hearing this...

Tang Miaoxing, Zhang Wang, and Tang Qiushan exchanged glances, their expressions becoming somewhat subtle.

Medication?

Could it be that the people from the Celestial Master's Mansion suspect the Tang Clan of doing it?

Tang Miaoxing's smile faded slightly.

He reached out and picked up the plastic bag.

As the head of the Tang Clan and the progenitor of poisons, he didn't need any instruments to test him.

Tang Miaoxing carefully pried open the bag with her fingernail.

Bring it close to your nose.

I only took a light sniff.

next second.

Tang Miaoxing froze abruptly.

A look of disbelief and shock instantly welled up in his otherwise calm old eyes.

Even the fingers holding the bag trembled uncontrollably.

Zhang Wang, who was standing nearby, noticed his senior brother's unusual behavior and immediately came over.

"Senior brother? What's going on? What is this thing? Could it really be from our Tang Sect...?"

Tang Miaoxing did not answer Zhang Wang.

He stared intently at the small amount of powder in the bag.

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"A Thousand Days of Intoxication..."

Tang Miaoxing's voice was very low, as if it were being squeezed out between her teeth.

"what?!"

Upon hearing these three words, Zhang Wang and Tang Qiushan's expressions changed drastically, and they stood up from their chairs almost simultaneously.

"How is this possible?!"

Zhang Wang was so anxious that he slammed his fist on the table, raising his voice by eight octaves.

"These are inanimate objects strictly controlled in our Tang Clan's inner treasury! Not even a fly could be taken out without your order, Sect Leader! How could they end up in Beijing?!"

The atmosphere in the meeting room instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Zhang Tianyi remained seated, leisurely sipping his tea.

Looking at the three Tang Clan elders who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy.

He didn't speak.

But those eyes, which seemed to be smiling but weren't, gave off a strong sense of pressure.

Tang Miaoxing took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

He turned around abruptly and shouted sternly at Tang Ming, who was standing at the door waiting for orders:

"Tang Ming!"

"Here! Gatekeeper!" Tang Ming quickly stepped forward.

"Now! Immediately!"

Tang Miaoxing's tone was as cold as a stone.

"Go check the internal ledgers and inventory!"

"Even if you have to turn the warehouse upside down, you have to find out the truth!"

"How did this 'Thousand-Day Intoxication' manage to stay out so little?!"

Chapter 189 The surveillance camera turned into static? Tang Sect won't take the blame!

The Tangmen back mountain features a complex cluster of buildings built against the mountainside.

Tang Ming received the sect leader's death order and strode along an inconspicuous bluestone path, winding his way to a seemingly ordinary cliff face.

His hands flew, striking three times between the moss-covered cracks in the stone, then he pressed down hard on a protruding mechanism.

"Click-click-click..."

A series of gear-grinding sounds came from inside the mountain.

The stone wall in front of them slowly caved inward, sliding open a hidden door that could only accommodate one person at a time.

After passing through a narrow passageway riddled with holes for hidden weapons, Tang Ming arrived at a heavy steel gate.

This is the Tang Clan's internal vault where they store top-tier poisons and secret hidden weapons.

On either side of the gate stood two Tang Clan inner disciples with wary eyes.

Seeing Tang Ming hurrying over, the two disciples immediately stood up straight.

"Uncle-Master Ming!"

"Open the door."

Tang Ming had no time for nonsense. He directly pulled out the access control card that symbolized his identity, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

The two disciples exchanged a glance, not daring to ask any further questions.

One person verified the token, while another turned the three combination locks on the door, and then together they pushed open the heavy door.

Tang Ming strode into the warehouse and went straight to a metal cabinet with a red seal at the back.

He took a deep breath, took out a special key, and turned the lock cylinder.

Inside the cabinet, a row of shockproof compartments were neatly stacked.

Tang Ming's gaze swept over them quickly.

One, two, three... eight, nine...

As he counted to the end, Tang Ming broke out in a cold sweat.

One is empty!

The compartment that was supposed to hold ten servings of "Thousand Days of Intoxication" is actually missing one!

He was still not giving up, so he grabbed the inventory ledger hanging next to the cabinet and started flipping through it quickly.

The ledger was spotless.

In the past six months, there have been absolutely no records of "Thousand Days Drunk" being retrieved, nor has there been any signature or stamp from the sect leader Tang Miaoxing!

"Snapped!"

Tang Ming slammed the ledger shut, turned and rushed out of the storeroom, staring intently at the two disciples guarding the door.

"I ask you! In the past month, besides the gatekeeper and me, who else has entered the inner vault?!"

The two disciples were startled by Tang Ming's murderous gaze and quickly shook their heads.

“Uncle Ming, no! You know the rules of the inner treasury. Without a warrant, who would dare to take a step closer? My brother and I work in shifts for twelve hours a day, and we haven’t even let a moth in!”

"Never put it in there? Did the things in that cabinet grow legs and run away by themselves?!"

Tang Ming pointed at them angrily, but reason told him that these two ordinary disciples did not have the ability to bypass the mechanism to steal things.

"You two, hand over your weapons right now and go to the solitary confinement room in the punishment hall! You are not allowed to go anywhere until you are cleared of suspicion!"

The two disciples were completely stunned, but they could only reluctantly hand over their hidden weapons and be taken away.

Tang Ming didn't linger and turned to run towards the monitoring room.

Ten minutes later.

Tang Ming's fists clenched so tightly they cracked as he stared at the static on the computer screen.

The video was erased.

"A traitor...it really is a traitor within our own ranks..."

Tang Ming gritted his teeth, feeling a surge of anger rush to his head.

In the Tang Clan, known for its strict security, someone managed to steal things from the inner vault without anyone noticing, and even managed to disable the surveillance cameras.

This is not just slapping the sect leader in the face, it's throwing the face of the entire Tang Clan on the ground and stomping on it!

……

The atmosphere in the reception meeting room remained delicate.