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However, what is certain is that these people are all highly elite. They stood in one position and did not move, guarding everything around them. This made the people attending the meeting suspect that this was a hidden force from the foundation headquarters, which was brought out this year to intimidate a certain Aurora mystic, because the psychological intimidation caused by the other party was too terrifying.

I never expected the foundation to have such a trump card. No wonder it's the headquarters; it's different from other places.

At 10 o'clock, all attendees entered the venue, with no one absent.

Constantine was the first to take the stage; she was responsible for hosting the opening ceremony and giving certain people a chance.

Unlike his previous conference speeches, Constantine went straight to the point this time.

"Comrades and compatriots who share the same aspirations, our meeting today is very special, as we are discussing the issue of corruption within the foundation."

Upon hearing this, many people below began to whisper among themselves.

The foundation has always had corruption issues, and they often recur. After all, that's human nature. Basically, a group of such people are dealt with at every similar meeting, but this is the first time a large-scale meeting has been held specifically to discuss corruption.

Is there going to be a big job today?

At this moment, Wan Qi opened his eyes and quickly scanned everyone below the stage.

Some people have deep eyes, some look indifferent, some are dismissive, and some are eager to try, much like a book - "The Deeds of Officials".

Of course, some exciting parts are missing, but that's okay, we'll add them later.

After getting straight to the point, Constantine said seriously, "Today, we will punish those corrupt elements with the harshest measures, but we will still give them a chance. If anyone is willing to confess what they have done, the Foundation can spare their life, and they will still be comrades in the same trench."

This was something Constantine and Vanzie had agreed upon: diplomacy first, then force.

Of course, both Vanchi and Constantine basically knew that these people wouldn't regret it until a knife was held to their throats; after all, they were corrupt, so how could they be expected to have a conscience?

Their only regret was that they got caught, nothing more.

Nevertheless, the two still hoped that someone would step forward in this situation, even just one person would be enough to prove that the foundation's internal faith self-correction mechanism was still functioning.

Brains aren't leeks; if you're going to chop them off, you have to do it properly, letting everyone know why you're chopping, what's the basis for it, and what the purpose is, instead of just chopping and chopping. Wan Qi isn't a wet butcher's nail; he doesn't have a hobby of chopping people off.

Time ticked by, but no one stepped forward.

Wait ten minutes. This is the red line given by Wan Qi. After ten minutes, Daozi will take over here.

Just then, a white-haired girl stood up. Her face was expressionless, but her eyes were like sharp knives, which complemented the prehistoric relic shaped like claws on her shoulder.

Her identity is that of a court judge—Pamié.

A particularly strong healer, characterized by being incredibly powerful when healing is needed and incredibly capable of healing when fighting is required.

Don't ask why, the answer is that Deep Blue's card advantage was just too damn ridiculous!

"Can we begin this year's individual reports?" Pamela asked.

Wan Qi looked at Ms. Z beside him, who explained in a low voice, "After each heavy rain, when the expatriates are all at headquarters, everyone submits their personal annual reports."

"So, is there anything special about this person?"

“Pamié will clearly record all changes in his personal assets and the sources of his funds in his reports.”

"She disclosed her own assets!"

"That's it."

"It's unique, not bad."

Wan Qi nodded, never expecting that there really was a golden phoenix in the chicken coop.

"Of course, those who are ready can submit their work directly to me."

Constantine nodded. She still liked Pamie; any leader likes a capable subordinate.

If they are capable and loyal, that would be even better, 100 points!

After submitting his personal annual report, Pamie asked, "Since it's about corruption, then the theme of this meeting is anti-corruption, right?"

“Yes.” Constantine nodded.

"I have a lot of investigation materials here, involving 63 heads of 29 overseas departments, including 19 headquarters staff. Can they be made public here?"

Pamela's words caused a great stir, and many people below immediately became restless.

“Ms. Pamié, today’s agenda is about corruption, not anti-corruption work. Please do not interrupt the normal process.”

"Trial is the work of the courts, while parliament is where decisions are made."

“We know of your integrity and justice, but this is not a court.”

"That's strange, why would anyone object? Are they afraid of being exposed?"

"He must have done something wrong."

"I have a clear conscience."

The atmosphere at the meeting quickly became clearly divided into three groups: those who opposed, those who supported, and those who were indifferent.

To elaborate, those who are indifferent are actually on the same side as those who oppose it, because when the issue involves interests, those who remain silent have already made their stance clear; they are accomplices.

After all, if you're in that position and do nothing, it's a crime.

"Quiet! "

Constantine's prestige was still sufficient; as soon as she spoke, the chaos below immediately subsided, and everyone's attention refocused on the vice president, while Pamié returned to her seat without saying a word.

But Wan Qi could still see disappointment in her eyes, which showed that she had done this many times before.

"The time for gentle words is over; now it's time for the knife to shine."

Constantine, expressionless, gave up his spot on the podium.

The opportunity has been given, but some people insist on playing dead, so we can only respect their fate.

Wan Qi stood up, his black, form-fitting robe making him stand out in the conference hall.

It's not that they're completely unique; there are two other people with an apple on Si Chen's team who also have this look, but the most eye-catching one is definitely the one standing in the spotlight.

Wan Qi stepped onto the podium, and all eyes were fixed on him.

“The vice president has already said all the nice things. Since you all don’t want to be polite, fine.” Wan Qi nodded, then asked, “Is the person in charge in Boston here?”

A white, muscular man who looked like Tyson stood up.

"I am Mengsen, the person in charge of Boston. Hello, Mr. Wanqi."

"Ovis, do you recognize this person?" Wan Qi asked with a smile, taking out a photograph.

"He...he...he..." Meng Sen's expression suddenly became unsettled, and he began to stammer.

“Oh, he has many identities. One of them is a spy for the Re-Hand. You have cooperated many times, reselling Foundation supplies. Some of your investigators were even killed by Foundation weapons.”

"That...that is it!"

"Also, before this rainstorm, you went to Reconstruction's underground pleasure city in Europe to have some fun and tried: Male Fencing, Buttock Aesthetics, Qilin Duel, tsk tsk tsk, you played quite a variety of games."

"Slander! This is slander! I didn't do it, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

To this, Wan Qi simply said, "Take it down."

A hand landed on Meng Sen's shoulder, and then the seemingly tough "man" was thrown over his shoulder.

Huang Daweng's physical skills are quite impressive; this move is perfect!

But that's not all. As everyone knows, prostitution, gambling, and drugs are inseparable. This branch manager was so corrupt and depraved that he naturally touched everything he shouldn't have. During three rainstorms, he spread more than 3000 tons of drugs to the surrounding area.

You read that right, not grams, not kilograms, it's tons!

This kid, who came from a poor neighborhood in the United States, is so eager to cheat the locals that it's insane.

Soon, this person was tied up and left aside.

The ropes binding the people were provided by Wan Qi, and even the most skilled mystic on site couldn't break free.

"Oh, right, the person you're working with is the head of the New York branch, that guy named Sandino, get up!"

The man called upon by Wan Qi stood up and angrily retorted, "You're not one of our foundation's people, what right do you have to arrest people here!"

Then Wan Qi's mage hand sent him spinning 720 degrees in mid-air, slamming him against the wall in a very difficult pose, before he fell to the ground with a thud.

The scene was completely silent; most people's brains seemed to freeze at that moment.

No, how can an outsider's sword be used to kill an official of the foundation?

"I don't understand." Wan Qi looked at everyone and said coldly, "What gave you the courage to challenge me? Didn't you see that the security personnel in charge of this place were all changed before we entered today?"

Immediately afterwards, Wan Qi pretended to be heartbroken and said, "The vice president has been working hard to solve the corruption problem of the foundation. Today, he gave you an opportunity, but unfortunately, you did not cherish it. Since that's the case, we can only learn from others. Today, I'm not here to joke around with you. I'm here to settle accounts with you. If the accounts don't match, you'll have to pay the price with your heads!"

Duang! Wan Qi slammed his fist on the lectern, and the surrounding Rhodes Island elite operators instantly drew their weapons. The brilliance of Originium Arts shone in the council hall of the St. Love Foundation headquarters, and everyone knew the danger lurking within.

World-famous painting: The Rhode Island crackdown on the St. Love Foundation.

Constantine's lips twitched uncontrollably, but she had no choice but to accept the blame.

At least for the foundation, this is a good thing. Just smile and smile.

Everyone else who witnessed this scene felt the same way: "So this is an outsider the vice president borrowed! I really need to give a thorough explanation of the pros and cons."

No, it could also be internal troops brought by the chairman's apprentice. So, does the Foundation also have an armed force called Rhodes Island? The chairman is really good at hiding things.

Humans are good at filling in the blanks with their imaginations; otherwise, what would be the point of having a brain?

Wan Qi wasn't interested in these people's wild imaginations; that was just an appetizer, and the real showdown was yet to come.

"Is the person in charge at São Paulo here?"

The light of the arcane spell shone, and then nothing more. The person closest to him was Amiya, who knocked him down with a single mental shock. To Wan Qi's surprise, Amiya used a magical technique.

It seems Kal'tsit gave the book to Amiya, and the little rabbit is studying it very diligently; she's already putting it into practice.

She's talented! I'll give her a one-on-one test later.

Direct resistance—no doubt, they're definitely not clean. Wan Qi read out the other party's crimes directly, a simplified version; otherwise, he would have read them while holding the box. But even that was enough to make the truly honest councilors present grit their teeth in hatred.

Damn it, traitor! How come I never noticed before?

"The person in charge in Ottawa."

"I...I'm here..."

"What is your personal opinion regarding your misappropriation of local funds?"

"I……"

"Oh, right, you also kept nineteen lovers—one, two, three, four, five, six…you've got amazing kidneys! Do you know that two of them are spies from the Reconstruction Hand?"

"ah? "

"Take it."

They tied him up with ropes and left him aside to await further instructions.

In just a short while, more than 2000 people had been dragged out of their seats. Wan Qi read out the names very quickly and used mental magic techniques to ensure that everyone could hear every word he said.

We call it efficient (nods).

It's been a bit too efficient; now everyone on the stage looks ashen-faced.

Those who can sit in this position are politicians with ideals, abilities, and ambitions. At least compared to those who are tied down and care more about the interests of the foundation, those who can climb to this position also have their own demands and hope to do something.

However, their will needs to be transmitted and implemented through the bureaucratic system. In this process, the effectiveness of transmission and execution is reduced by 10%, and by the time it reaches the grassroots level, it may only be 50%. If someone deliberately does something bad, good policies can also become bad policies.

Normally, dealing with these kinds of troubles is already very frustrating, but in this "torrential" era, any internal problem on our side can become an opportunity for the enemy to win. Nobody wants the front line to be fighting while the base behind explodes first.

But now, more than 500 foundation members have been tied up like dumplings, and the list of Wan Qi is still so long.

Constantine, who always had a smile on his face, was now completely unable to smile.

She was genuinely afraid that Wan Qi would yell at her at the end: "Constantine, is this the foundation you've built?"

However, she couldn't be the only one to bear this kind of troublesome mess. There were not only members of parliament within the foundation, but also military personnel, which constituted the foundation's armed forces faction. It was inevitable that both civilian and military factions would exist within a national-level organization.

Will Wanqi know when to stop?

Stop joking. Didn't you see that even the Foundation, which was being protected by Zeno's main force, couldn't hold out? And in Vanchi's long list, there are definitely military personnel among them. They can't escape, none of them can escape.

Unsurprisingly, after purging a group of corrupt politicians, Wan Qi also targeted corrupt military personnel.

"Commander Dut Rigo, First Army Corps of Zeno's Army, what are your thoughts on the issue of you exploiting your soldiers and receiving pay for doing nothing?"

“These are all slanders,” Duterte Rigo said, standing up and speaking calmly.

"Not bad, you have a good mental fortitude. Unfortunately, I have a lot of evidence on my side. You used the Rwandan genocide to bury the remains of 119 occultists and had illegal organ trade with certain organizations. These are your transaction records."

"How could you have that?!"