Feng Yi's calm voice contained full oppression, leaving Alice momentarily speechless. Did she not care about losing face in front of these people? It was like a dog nosing around in mouse business.

"I will handle the problems of the CIA myself, and it is not the general's turn to meddle."

At the sound of her words, Feng Yi couldn't help but laugh with exasperation. Originally, he couldn't be bothered to argue with this woman and didn't have the time to waste on verbal sparring, but what kind of person was Mu Tou? He was a front-line warrior who threw his head and spilled his blood, and yet this group of corrupt politicians delayed his important work due to political disputes!

Feng Yi knew all too well about the numerous stories of the CIA during the historic Cold War; this special agency could even intervene in party conflicts to promote coups, or even oust and replace the leadership core—no matter whether the backstage power was from the left wing, the right wing, the Military Department, academies, or other party politics—today, Feng Yi truly wanted to see for himself.

Feng Yi calmly began, "Start collecting information on this immediately, regardless of the means. Before sunset, I must hear the results, or else I will investigate you as a Special Envoy."

It was ludicrous for her to investigate Revenant No.3 in such a short time, and hearing these words, Deputy Director Alice was momentarily lost again. Fortunately, she knew who she was facing. Although her tone had softened, there was still an indomitable anger in her voice, "How could this be possible? Is the general intentionally making things difficult for our CIA?"

Alice's counterattack was quite skillful, binding the CIA to her own chariot.

"Correct, I just wanted to invite you for a cup of tea, but sadly lacked a reason. I just don't know whether Your Excellency prefers Oolong or Dragon Well?" Feng Yi replied unabashedly, making it clear that today he was set on causing trouble, not giving a damn about the CIA.

"You! What did you say!?"

Seeing Alice's incredulous expression, Feng Yi found it amusing, shaking his head silently, "Don't even mention it, I dare to press even the President."

His calm voice resonated through the room like a bomb, and although the intelligence workers were still busily and methodically continuing their work, the icy atmosphere was constantly tugging at everyone's nerves.

If Kexiao's prestige was unrivaled but restricted by authority, making it inconvenient to directly investigate the Sand Emperor, then Feng Yi, as the Special Envoy, indeed had the qualifications to detain the President. Although it seemed a bit exaggerated to flip the beginnings and ends, his special position indeed granted him the authority to make political accusations and take action without prior notice.

With a nod and a turn, Feng Yi left with a scornful sneer and a slam of the door, carrying the demeanor of someone to be reckoned with.

The dramatic change had already silenced the room, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and people's breathing slowed down at that moment… fearful of any discord.

No one could have anticipated that Alice, holding a high position and consistently strong-willed, could be publicly interrupted over such a trivial matter. One second she claimed that she would inspect anyone, and the next, she faced the risk of being investigated by the other party.

A shrill voice suddenly filled the room, "I want all the information on Revenant No.3 within ten minutes, check!"

As the Deputy Director of the CIA and the first female to hold that position, it would be better for Alice to slit her own throat than being dragged away by Feng Yi.

What kind of person was Feng Yi? A war hero of national conflicts, a true iron-blooded general who had survived the battlefield. If word got out, even the spit of each person could drown Alice in blame. This was a one-sided accusation without reason, and nobody would dare to come forward to debate for her, as it would be tantamount to becoming a public enemy of the nation, and she herself would become the first senior official in the history of the CIA to be investigated, with an absolute zero chance of victory.

Only when Feng Yi's figure had completely vanished did the CIA Director, still calmly seated in his chair, finally let out a sigh of relief. At least, on the surface, he appeared very calm, but his chest heaved with tumultuous waves…

Alice felt utterly cursed, having inadvertently walked into the line of fire. If by sunset, well, only if... if Alice couldn't uncover any useful leads, she might as well handcuff herself and come forward to Feng Yi with some soft words.

Feng Yi was a man of his word, definitely capable of doing what he said; he had detained direct relatives of faction leaders before, let alone a mere CIA deputy.

What is politics? To preserve oneself is politics. Not to say what shouldn't be said, not to take sides where one shouldn't. When you think you're at a high point, you should consider your own situation, to maintain those below and manage those above, preferring to stand alone rather than interfering in party strife.

Luckily, Alice was not foolish. She had not been embroiled in political conflicts. Of course, her achievements today relied not only on luck but also on brains, ability, knowing when to advance or retreat, and understanding gains and losses.

Clearly, she was no match for Greedy Wolf, not intent on provoking Feng Yi nor possessing grander ambitions by joining other party conflicts—instead, Alice was smart, knowing when to advance or retreat, and didn't let greed cloud her mind, avoiding the mire. As the saying goes: the company you keep colours your character. Sometimes when you truly take that step and want to turn back, it's already too late.

It was just that Alice had bad luck on a regular basis. As a front-line general, Feng Yi held a special affection for the soldiers, which ultimately contributed to the root cause of the incident.

As for the Military Department, Greedy Wolf Adams had always supported Feng Yi. Although he said he would give her an entire afternoon, in reality, if he wanted to investigate, it was a matter of a single sentence. There would be no time for reflection; he would just take her away. Since there was no response from the Military Department, it might mean the issue wasn't so significant.

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