Under One Person: The Sea Emperor Who Shattered Heaven and Earth

The railing was slightly deformed by the slap.

Dou Le's face was ashen as he stared intently at the five employees slumped on the ground on the screen, gritting his teeth as he said:

“These people—they are the confidential liaisons for the East China branch, specifically responsible for external publicity and liaison with Yaoxing Society! All correspondence, interview arrangements, and information briefings with Yaoxing Society pass through their hands.”

"Immediately retrieve the test reports for these individuals. Forget about the others, but why weren't these individuals detected?"

"Damn it, how many more traitors are there?!"

Duanmu Ying said, "Alright, Xiao Dou, although these few are different, don't forget that the ones in charge of the testing also have hidden doors in their minds. The hidden doors left in their minds are to ignore those few people."

“Have any of you regional leaders actually conducted a thorough review? Aren’t you just reporting to your departments like everyone else, and if the department head says there’s no problem, then you all think there’s no problem?”

"It's not like their entire department is full of traitors."

Dou Le's face immediately turned ugly, after all, it really was true.

Upon hearing the name of this organization, Zhao Fangxu's small eyes, hidden behind his glasses, suddenly flashed with a cold light.

"It's them again... Good, very good!"

Veins bulged on Zhao Fangxu's forehead. The moles purged from the previous branches had all led to clues that vaguely pointed to this civilian news organization that had been gaining momentum in the world of supernatural beings in recent years. Now, in East China, the mole they had uncovered was also connected to the Yaoxing Society.

This means that Na Du Tong has absolutely no secrets from Yao Xing She.

Beside him, Xiao Zizai, who had been silently leaning against the wall, slowly pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. This temporary worker from the East China region usually appeared refined and gentle, always sitting quietly in the corner taking notes during meetings, speaking softly.

At this moment, he looked at the five limp traitors on the screen. A sickly flush slowly appeared on his refined face, and a terrifying blood-red light shone deep in his pupils.

Xiao Zizai took a step forward, put his hands together, and bowed slightly to Duanmu Ying, Zhao Fangxu, and Dou Le.

He spoke in a gentle, refined voice:

"Senior Duanmu, Chairman Zhao, President Dou. Now that it's completely confirmed that these people are traitors who betrayed the company's security and national interests, and Senior Duanmu has probably already squeezed all the value out of them."

"So, can you leave the rest of the time to me?" He looked up, a slight smile playing on his lips, a smile so gentle it was like a spring breeze. "Consider it a bonus for working overtime tonight, since I've been under a lot of work pressure lately."

Zhao Fangxu was extremely angry at this moment. As the leader of a national official organization of supernatural beings, the wealth he had built up over most of his life had been infiltrated and turned into a sieve. His employees, his office building, and his confidential departments were all being treated like his own backyard.

He didn't even glance at the five people sprawled on the ground downstairs, nor did he care about any rules or procedures. He simply waved to Xiao Zizai, his tone full of exhaustion and impatience: "Xiao, I'm leaving you to me. You don't need to report the details to me."

"Thank you, Chairman Zhao." Xiao Zizai smiled with satisfaction, adjusted his glasses, and turned to walk unhurriedly toward the elevator.

After giving Xiao Zizai his instructions, Zhao Fangxu abruptly turned around and looked at Dou Le beside him. He took a deep breath, suppressing all his anger back into his chest, and his tone became extremely stern and cold: "Also, Lao Dou! You need to get moving right now—mobilize all the remaining combat forces in the East China region that have been confirmed not to have been brainwashed and whose backgrounds are absolutely clean, and be prepared to deploy at any time. Now that they've already extended their reach into our home, it's time to settle accounts with them!"

Dou Le was well aware that the situation had escalated to a level that endangered national security, and that mishandling it could lead to utter ruin. He stood up straight, his back ramrod straight, and replied loudly, "Yes, Chairman Zhao! I'll take care of it right away!"

After saying that, Dou Le hurriedly turned and left to begin deploying his troops.

For a moment, only Zhao Fangxu and Duanmu Ying remained in the entire monitoring station.

The cleaning in the lobby was finished, and the employees, now conscious, were being arranged for isolation and investigation, lining up to enter several temporary interrogation rooms. Zhao Fangxu looked at the busy yet oppressive scene in the lobby and remained silent for a long time.

Then, he turned to look at Duanmu Ying. This old man, who was always shrewd and serious at the headquarters of Nadutong, now had a deep worry and unease in his eyes.

Finally, he asked the crucial question that had been weighing on his mind for so long, a question that had kept him tossing and turning these past few days, unable to sleep: "Senior Duanmu, may I ask, does this person behind the scenes who secretly uses the Dual Hands and extends his reach into the All-Knowing Alliance have any connection with the New World or Uncle Jiang's side?"

Zhao Fangxu couldn't help but be afraid.

If this dark force that has stirred up endless storms in the mainland and arbitrarily altered the memories of the supernatural is a pawn deliberately placed in by the overseas New World to cause trouble, or Jiang Zhen's hidden hand, then the nature of the situation will be completely different, and an unimaginable conflict may even break out between the two behemoths.

Seeing Zhao Fangxu's precarious state and the cold sweat beading on his forehead, Duanmu Ying raised her hand to interrupt his potentially endless stream of wild thoughts.

"Alright, stop with your scheming."

Duanmu Ying leaned against the railing and said calmly:

"Don't worry, this has nothing to do with the New World. These hands are indeed my Duanmu Ying's skills, but in the New World, including myself, there are only three people who know this skill. I know better than anyone the people I taught; they have no motive for this."

She paused, glanced at Zhao Fangxu, and added, her tone more matter-of-fact: "Also, if Brother Jiang really had any designs on you, he wouldn't need to resort to such underhanded methods."

Upon hearing the words "unrelated to the new world," Zhao Fangxu felt as if he had been granted a pardon, letting out a long sigh of relief as if he had been dehydrated.

As long as it's not the New World's doing, and as long as it's not Haihuang Jiang Zhen orchestrating this behind the scenes, then this matter is still under control within the mainland.

Chapter 159 A Full-Scale Encirclement and Suppression of Yaoxing Society

Zhao Fangxu had just breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could fully relax, he realized something was wrong again. If only three people knew the New World technique, then where did this "fourth person," who was making such a name for himself with the Double-Handed Technique in mainland China, come from?

Thinking of this, Zhao Fangxu quickly moved forward again, staring at Duanmu Ying and asking:

"Senior Duanmu, since you're not from the New World, how come there are still successors to this pair of perfect hands on the mainland?"

Duanmu Ying put away her nonchalant expression. She narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the night outside the window in the distance. Her gaze was somewhat unfocused, as if she were traveling back to those years in her memory.

"To be honest, I was quite surprised when I first saw those blue light energy machines."

Duanmu Ying spoke slowly, her voice sounding somewhat low in the empty room:

"After all, the situation back then was so chaotic. Everyone either died or fled, and very few survived. I ask myself, I have already completely deleted the complete training method of the Dual-Handed Technique and turned it into an innate ability. I have studied it for a long time and found that this thing has been engraved into my blood. In other words, apart from my own bloodline inheritance, no one in the world can master it through acquired cultivation methods."

"If I really think about it, it reminds me of something from long ago."

Zhao Fangxu's expression suddenly turned serious, and his body involuntarily leaned forward slightly. This was history that wasn't even recorded in the top-secret files of Na Du Tong—about the Jia Shen Rebellion, the origin of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, and the whereabouts of the Thirty-Six Thieves during their escape; almost all the information was incomplete. To be able to hear a firsthand account from someone who had experienced it was invaluable intelligence in itself.

Duanmu Ying looked out at the darkness of the night and said softly:

"Back then, the Eight Extraordinary Skills were leaked, and the Jia Shen Rebellion broke out. Old Ma, Brother Huaiyi, and I were on the run, and there were mad dogs everywhere who wanted to kill us. Later, Brother Jiang spoke directly to the whole world—he said that to touch Duanmu Ying and Ma Benzai was to be his enemy. At that time, Old Ma and I discussed it and decided to go back to the Shanghai Canal Gang to apologize to Brother Jiang."

"There was a slight mishap on the way back to Shanghai, but it turned out alright. I was rescued by the Lü brothers, Lü Ren and Lü Ci, who offered to escort me all the way back to Shanghai."

"Just as our group was hurrying along, passing through a small village—I don't remember the name of the village anymore—we came across a farmhouse with a little girl lying in the house. The girl was seriously ill. After examining her, I found that she had a congenital 'weakness of sexual fire,' which, in medical terms, means that she was born with depleted spirit and life force. Her life force was almost exhausted, and it looked like she wouldn't live for more than a few days."

“I was moved with compassion at the time, and in order to save her life, I used my double-handed technique to plant a blue Qi seed deep in her soul.”

"It's not a cultivation technique, not a legacy, just a seed. My original intention was simply to use that seed, which had no foundation, as a medicinal guide to slowly nourish her body and soul. I thought that once she fully recovered and grew into adulthood, the Qi in that seed would be exhausted, and it would naturally dissipate like a withered leaf, leaving no trace. She wouldn't know what had ever been in her body; she would only remember that she had a serious illness when she was a child and then inexplicably recovered."

At this point, Duanmu Ying turned her head and pointed to the five traitors who were being led away by Xiao Zizai in the hall with a smug look on their faces:

"The essence of that Qi is the seed I left behind back then."

"Now it seems that the little girl's comprehension is truly amazing. Not only did she survive, but she also turned misfortune into blessing. Using the trace I left behind, she figured out the secrets of the Dual-Handed Technique on her own. This comprehension is top-notch. It's truly a twist of fate."

Zhao Fangxu stood there, his brows furrowed.

It wasn't betrayal, nor was it a leak; it was actually a cause and effect sown decades ago—Duanmu Ying, out of kindness, planted a life-saving seed in the body of a dying little girl. Decades later, this seed sprouted into a dark web that spread throughout the entire world of supernatural beings.

"Senior Duanmu, since she was able to figure out this method, what is her purpose? To extend her reach into all the districts of Na Du Tong and cause such a commotion—what exactly does she want to do?"

Duanmu Ying shook her head: "I don't know. I only saved her life back then, I didn't write her a life script. What she went through later, who she met, what she held in her heart, you have to ask her herself."

Just then, the top-secret satellite phone on Zhao Fangxu's body also began to vibrate violently.

Without any hesitation, Zhao Fangxu immediately connected to the headquarters of Nadutong for an urgent confidential report.

"Chairman Zhao! Breaking intelligence!"

The dispatcher's voice, strained and distorted, came from the other end of the phone:

"Just now, a large number of Quanxing demons suddenly launched a full-scale attack on Longhu Mountain! But the troops stationed on Longhu Mountain reacted extremely quickly and have already crushed the Quanxing demons! At present, Quanxing has suffered heavy casualties, and the remnants have all been arrested on the spot and escorted down the mountain by the troops! The Four Madmen, the Six Thieves, Gong Qing and others have all been captured!"

Just as Zhao Fangxu was about to give the order, the dispatcher's next words made him freeze in place.

"In addition, an urgent telegram from the front-line troops has arrived! According to Jiang Haihuang's conversation with Gong Qing, the acting leader of Quanxing, Gong Qing's core memories have been deleted—the method used has been confirmed on the spot by Wang Xingquan from the New World side as one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, Dual-Handed Technique."

Zhao Fangxu's mind went blank.

Meanwhile, the lower and middle levels of Na Du Tong were thoroughly infiltrated, like a sieve. If Duanmu Ying hadn't noticed and followed him all the way to investigate district by district, he would still be in the dark.

Meanwhile, on Longhu Mountain, the Quanxing sect actually caused chaos at this critical juncture, and a piece of the brain of the acting sect leader, Gong Qing, was also ripped out using the same method.

Two clues, the same method, erupted simultaneously—Zhao Fangxu felt an invisible, enormous black hand now firmly looming over his head, its five fingers slowly closing in.

Duanmu Ying, who had heard everything clearly, spoke calmly:

"Fang Xu, now all the clues connect, right? It seems this young man has big ambitions, but..."

Duanmu Ying flexed her wrists:

"Since it was a cause I left behind back then, it is also my responsibility now, and I will help deal with it."

"Thank you, Senior Duanmu." Zhao Fangxu clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with icy killing intent.

All the clues, all the threads, all the leads, all converged at this moment. The memories of the acting leader of Quanxing were erased by Shuangquan Shou, the memories of the lower-level members of Nadutong were implanted with backdoors, it was Shuangquan Shou, and behind them all stood the same person, the same organization.

That independent news organization that was gaining momentum in the mainland's supernatural community, claiming to be independent and objective, and even subtly controlling public opinion—Yaoxing Society, Qu Tong. Zhao Fangxu chewed over this name in his mind several times, each word carrying the taste of rust and blood.

"Qu Tong... what a brilliant tactic, truly a brilliant tactic."

Then, Zhao Fangxu took a deep breath and, with trembling but extremely determined fingers, dialed a top-secret number for an even higher level.

After the call connected, Zhao Fangxu straightened his back and began to report all the information he had at the moment in a clear and unreserved manner.

"Commander, this is Zhao Fangxu. The situation has been investigated. The National Organization for the Management of Extraordinary People, Na Du Tong, has been subjected to a major malicious infiltration. Nearly 80% of the low- and middle-level employees in various regions have had their memories implanted through secret doors. The method has been confirmed to be one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, the Dual-Handed Technique. Currently, the threat has been completely eliminated by Senior Duanmu Ying of Jishetang."

"At the same time, Longhu Mountain was attacked by a large-scale armed attack by Quanxing, and has now been suppressed by the garrison. Gong Qing, the acting leader of Quanxing, suffered the same method of soul cutting, confirming that it was the work of the same mastermind behind the infiltration case of Nadutong. After investigation, all clues point to the mainland non-governmental compliant news agency - Yaoxing Society, and its person in charge Qu Tong."

"This is no longer a simple internal power struggle; it is an organized and premeditated crime that endangers national security."

After the report was finished, a brief but suffocating silence fell on the other end of the phone.

Then a simple word came through the receiver: "Do it!"

"Yes, yes, understood! Mission accomplished!"

After that, I made a few more phone calls and finished the conversation.

Zhao Fangxu put down the phone, his amiable demeanor completely vanishing, replaced by the absolute ruthlessness of the leader of the National Extraordinary Organization.

He turned around abruptly and looked at Dou Le, the person in charge of East China, who was walking back briskly with a stack of top-secret transfer plans in his hand.

Dou Le had just received the battle report from Longhu Mountain and was sweating profusely. When he saw Zhao Fangxu, he was about to report.

Zhao Fangxu raised his hand and, in a cold, emotionless tone, issued the absolute order for the all-out attack:

"Old Dou, no need to say anything more, I already know the situation. Pass on my order: arrest them!"

"Notify the heads of the other regions, wait, except for Xu San and Xu Si from the North China region and that Feng Baobao who are still on Longhu Mountain, all other unpolluted combat forces with absolutely clean backgrounds, set off immediately. The higher-ups have already coordinated with troops and special police in various places. From now on, launch a full-scale encirclement and suppression of Yaoxing Society!"

"Yes, Chairman Zhao!" Dou Le straightened his chest and answered loudly, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes as he turned around and shouted.

"Old Xiao, forget about those side dishes, let's go have some meat and a big meal!"

That night, the entire national machinery was fully mobilized, and countless undercurrents surged toward the same goal in the darkness—the Yaoxing Society.

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