The interrogation

The moment Ming Yue walked into the Eagle Team's office, the air changed, sharp and expectant, like an old radio tuning into a rare frequency.

The soft tap of her footsteps on the polished floor was enough to draw every pair of eyes to her.

One by one, the men in the room stood from their chairs, straightening their postures. It wasn't formality, but rather the kind of instinctive reaction reserved for someone whose presence stirred more than professional curiosity.

At the forefront was Bing Wen, who, with all the enthusiasm of a boy meeting his high-school crush, took a few eager steps forward, closing the gap between them before anyone else could even blink.

She offered the room her usual warm smile, carefully balancing poise and courtesy.