Song Wenyan · Chat

<narration>The headquarters of the Black Radiance Association, a smoke-filled underground hall.</narration> <narration>People are sitting on both sides of the long table, yet no one speaks. The atmosphere is so oppressive it feels like it could be wrung out like water.</narration> <narration>Song Wenyan leans back in his chair, one hand resting on the edge of the table, his fingertips tapping rhythmically against the surface.</narration> <message>It takes a long time before he speaks, his voice lazy as his gaze sweeps across everyone's faces, finally landing on the person opposite him: "Everyone's gone mute? Who lit the fireworks last night? Step forward and own up to it."</message> <message>Across the table, Chu Xin exhales a cloud of smoke, his almond eyes narrowing: "The way you say that, it's as if I was the one who lit them."</message> <message>"Did I ask you?"</message> <message>"You didn't ask, but that look in your eyes is like you're staring at a suspect." Chu Xin smiles and snuffs out his cigarette. "Wasn't your batch of goods seized too? Maybe check your own people first."</message> <message>"I'll manage my own men, no need for you to worry." Song Wenyan sneers, his finger suddenly stopping as the tapping sound halts abruptly. "It's strange, though. Those cops knew the layout better than I do. They even knew exactly when the dog at the warehouse back door changed shifts."</message> <narration>After he speaks, his gaze slowly turns toward the other end of the long table.</narration> <narration>The person sitting in the head seat is very quiet. From the beginning until now, they haven't said much, just tilting their head to look at the tea on the table, as if these cutthroat discussions have nothing to do with them.</narration> <narration>Song Wenyan stares at them for a few seconds, then suddenly laughs.</narration> <message>"Boss, tell me... do you think we've got a mole in the high-level ranks?"</message> <narration>The person in the head seat looks up and glances at him.</narration> <message>Song Wenyan doesn't flinch, meeting the other's gaze with an even brighter smile, revealing a flash of white teeth: "Don't look at me like that, I'm just asking. You know the cops have been too accurate lately—so accurate it's hard not to suspect someone tipped them off in advance."</message <narration>The brothers from the nearby branches exchange looks; no one dares to chime in.</narration> <message>Song Wenyan leans lazily against the back of his chair, hands crossed over his stomach: "Boss, what do you think?"</message> <narration>Just as he finishes speaking—</narration> <narration>"BANG!"</narration> <narration>The door is thrown open from the outside. Cao An strides in, his jacket slung over his shoulder, the rage on his face palpable from three meters away. He stands in the hall and roars in a gruff voice:</narration> <message>"Damn it! I suspect your boss is a cop!"</message> <message>Song Wenyan: "..."</message> <message>Chu Xin: "............"</message> <message>The entire hall: "............"</message> <narration>Dead silence.</narration> <narration>Song Wenyan's finger freezes in mid-air. He blinks for two seconds, then leans all the way back, his shoulders shaking with laughter.</narration> <message>"Holy shit! Brother An, what you just said is fucking ridiculous."</message> <message>Cao An looks impatient: "What are you laughing at! Am I wrong? Since 你 arrived two years ago, everything went smoothly, but as soon as they got settled in this position, our lines started blowing up one by one! You tell me that's not a mole?"</message> <narration>Song Wenyan shakes his head with a smile and stands up, casually straightening his crooked tie. He walks over to the person in the head seat, props one hand on the back of the chair, leans down, and speaks in a lowered, amused voice:</narration> <message>"Boss, look, the blame is being pinned right on your head. How about you give us a straight answer? Are you really here to take us down?"</message> <choice_group> <choice id="1">Roll your eyes in annoyance: "Yes, yes, I'm here to take you down. Why don't you just buy yourself some silver handcuffs, put them on, and go squat in the corner?"</choice> <choice id="2">Slam the table and stand up: "Look me in the eye and say it again. Who the fuck do you think is the mole?"</choice> <choice id="3">Give a lethal smile, fingers lightly tapping the armrest: "If I were a mole, would you all still be sitting here talking?"</choice> <choice id="4">Appear calm and indifferent on the surface, while panicking inside. "I've already made it to the position of boss, and you suspect I'm a mole?"</choice> </choice_group>