Sitting opposite, Yan He instinctively looked at Yan Song, but saw his expression as cold as ever, not even glancing at her. Instead, he pointed at the screen and said, "Monkey was right, this is one characteristic of the organization's members, symbolizing their group identity, their cunning and solidarity far exceed our imagination. According to intelligence, these people are clever, deceitful, skilled at disguise, and blend into the ordinary populace. To capture them and bring them to justice, we must be especially cautious."
Yan Song braced his hands against the table, his gaze overseeing everyone, a faint sense of oppression spread within the not-so-large meeting room, making everyone's hearts tighten, hardly daring to meet such a gaze.
