noffsinger Chapter 437 Determine their fate
Chapter 437 Determine their fate
"According to the plan, there are no problems for now." The man answered briefly and accurately, "However, there seem to be some unclear points in Mr. Su Ming's mission. I think it is necessary to confirm some details."
Su Ming's eyes twitched slightly, and he immediately felt an invisible pressure coming towards him. The man before him was not only a formidable opponent, but also a variable that could change the situation.
"What's your question?" Zheng Yaoxian's tone was still calm, but this time, the unquestionable tone was particularly obvious.
"Mr. Su Ming..." The man hesitated for a moment, gazing at Su Ming with a deep gaze. "Have you ever figured out your enemy's hobbies?"
Su Ming was stunned, a flash of alarm in his mind. He subconsciously wanted to speak, but was stopped by the other person's gaze. It was a gaze that penetrated his heart, as if it could instantly see through all his secrets and thoughts.
"The enemy's hobbies?" Su Ming asked, trying to appear calm. "You mean... personal habits?"
The man nodded gently, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Every habit of the enemy, even the smallest details in their lives, is a weakness that can be exploited." His tone was not hurried, but it was filled with an undeniable determination. "Where do you think the enemy will let down their guard and show a weakness they shouldn't?"
Su Ming's heart trembled, and he suddenly understood the other party's meaning. At this moment, he couldn't help but recall the past - all the occasions when he had encountered the enemy, those momentary negligence and loopholes. The other party's hobbies were not just the hobbies themselves, but the weaknesses hidden in the details, perhaps the emotions that the other party inadvertently revealed under pressure, or the slackness in some routine behavior.
"I understand." Su Ming finally spoke, his eyes slightly focused. "The enemy's hobbies may be the entry point for us to understand them."
The man nodded, a flicker of approval in his eyes. "Excellent. Understanding their habits and weaknesses is half the battle." He turned to Zheng Yaoxian, "I'll continue tracking and ensure Mr. Su Ming successfully completes this mission."
Zheng Yaoxian didn't respond, only nodding slowly, his gaze still fixed on the document on the table, as if lost in thought. And that document was the core of the entire game. Su Ming knew that, although he had once thought he had completed his mission, the real challenge had only just begun.
As the man left, the atmosphere in the office fell silent again. Su Ming's suspicions deepened. Every word and glance from Zheng Yaoxian filled him with a sense of oppression, as if he were at the center of a storm, everything swirling around him, and he couldn't escape.
The air was still heavy, almost suffocating. Su Ming stood in front of Zheng Yaoxian's desk, his eyes fixed on the document, his heart no longer concerned with its contents. His thoughts swirled, and the uneasiness in his heart grew stronger, as if something was quietly approaching, and he had yet to detect it.
The faint sound of footsteps outside the door reached Su Ming's ears, penetrating the thick walls and curtains. His eyes narrowed slightly, instantly sensing an unusual presence. He could feel the atmosphere around him solidify in an instant, every nerve in his body tense. That instinctive alertness was an instinct honed by years of living in perilous environments.
He quickly turned his head and looked out the window at the street scene. Moonlight streamed through the glass. The hustle and bustle of the city had long since faded, with only the occasional sound of traffic echoing in the empty night. However, this moment of tranquility seemed to foreshadow the coming storm.
Suddenly, Su Ming's ears keenly caught a slight movement - the sound coming from the back door of the office.
There was a gentle scraping of metal, as if someone were quietly prying open the door lock. It wasn't hurried, but every second made Su Ming's nerves more tense. At that moment, he could almost hear the heavy and powerful beating of his own heart. Suddenly, all his thoughts became unusually clear—an enemy was approaching.
Su Ming didn't hesitate a moment, his eyes quickly scanning Zheng Yaoxian. An indescribable sense of urgency surged within him. He had no time to speculate on Zheng Yaoxian's knowledge, nor did he have time to wait for further reaction—he had to inform him of this situation as soon as possible.
"Mr. Zheng," his deep voice echoed in the silent office, with an urgency that could not be ignored, "There's someone at the back door."
Zheng Yaoxian's expression changed slightly, his eyes, weathered by countless trials and tribulations, instantly sharp as a knife. Without a moment's hesitation, his gaze swept across the room in an instant. He leaned forward slightly, seemingly adjusting his composure in an instant. Even in the face of a sudden threat, he remained unfazed.
"Are you sure?" Zheng Yaoxian's voice was calm, but the oppressive feeling in it made it almost impossible to breathe.
"Very sure." Su Ming nodded, his tone becoming more serious. "I just heard some movement at the back door. It doesn't seem accidental."
Zheng Yaoxian gave him a long look, as if pondering his response. His gaze swept across Su Ming's face, finally resting on the document. He whispered, "Go down first and check through the back door."
"What about you?" Su Ming asked almost subconsciously, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
Zheng Yaoxian's eyes suddenly became sharp. "Don't worry, I can handle it myself. Go to the back door and make sure it's safe."
Su Ming nodded slightly, but he couldn't completely let go of the uneasiness in his heart. He knew that Zheng Yaoxian's outward calm and confidence masked the urgency of the situation. The current situation became even more confusing, and he vaguely felt that this approaching storm might be far more complicated than he had imagined.
He turned and walked quickly toward the back door. The air in the office seemed to grow heavier, the sense of oppression intensifying. With every step, his heartbeat quickened, and with every breath, he felt like he was approaching an unknown battle.
Standing in front of the back door, his hand gently touched the doorknob. Listening to the faint sound of footsteps outside, Su Ming's heart skipped a beat. He could sense the danger lurking in the atmosphere.
"That's quite a commotion," he thought to himself, a strong intuition rising in his heart. The enemy was no longer a mere peripheral force, but was targeting Zheng Yaoxian himself. At least, this time, the enemy's target would not be as simple as just the documents.
With the rhythm of his heartbeat, he quietly turned the doorknob and gently pushed it open a crack. The light outside was dim, with only a weak street lamp emitting a dim glow. Su Ming's eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, searching for possible threats.
No one was seen.
However, the uneasy feeling in his heart became stronger. He quickly opened the door and looked out. His sight penetrated the dim street, as if he could see through every inch of space in front of him.
"Someone is watching in secret." He was startled and took a step back without hesitation and quickly closed the door.
However, just as Su Ming was about to return to Zheng Yaoxian, he suddenly felt as if he were being locked down by some force. His every movement, every breath, seemed to be closely watched by an eye from the outside world. The feeling of being watched grew stronger, as if an invisible hand could reach out and grab him at any moment.
His heartbeat quickened, and he could almost feel a cold sweat breaking out on his back. He glanced back at Zheng Yaoxian, a flicker of hesitation in his mind—did Zheng Yaoxian know that the situation before him had completely changed?
At that moment, the office door suddenly flung open. A tall, steady-footed man in a black trench coat walked in. His face was stern, his eyes icy and precise, as if he could see through Su Ming. His aura was undeniable.
"Mr. Zheng," the man said in a low voice, his voice calm yet commanding. "Some situations may be beyond our expectations."
"Really?" Zheng Yaoxian's tone remained calm, as if he wasn't surprised by the sudden change. He looked at the man, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes. The man approached, stopped, and handed Zheng Yaoxian a document.
"Just received intelligence," the man said briefly. "The enemy has learned of our movements and has even begun to lock onto our route. It's certain that their target has shifted from the documents to us."
Zheng Yaoxian's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an indescribable sharpness. Su Ming, standing nearby, could sense the oppressive yet calm presence emanating from him, and couldn't help but feel a shudder in his heart.
"The enemy may be lurking around us," Zheng Yaoxian said calmly, his voice revealing a sense of determination and decisiveness. "Their target is no longer the documents, but each of us."
The atmosphere suddenly grew more tense. Su Ming's heart skipped a beat, realizing things were no longer simple. This wasn't just a game of chess with the enemy; it was an unavoidable battle of life and death. He knew that every step forward would determine their fate.
He stood there, calmly observing the interaction between Zheng Yaoxian and the visitor, and was mentally prepared to respond at any time.
The air was still thick with tension, as if every second was preparing for the next storm. Su Ming stood aside, seemingly calm on the surface, his heart already swirling with complex emotions. Zheng Yaoxian's words made him realize something—this situation had already exceeded his original understanding. The enemy's goals were becoming increasingly clear, while the information he had was dwindling.
He gritted his teeth, his mind racing. He couldn't make any decisions based solely on the current situation. He needed time, time to determine the enemy's intentions, time to search for clues hidden in the shadows. He even needed to create a false impression, making the enemy believe he was proceeding according to plan while he quietly prepared for the coming conflict.