Chapter 156: Revelation

Inside an interrogation room.

Duan Hua and Liu Di sat side by side.

Across from them sat a foreigner with bandages wrapped around his chest and right arm.

But at this moment, the foreigner had a vacant expression, muttering to himself.

On the other side, a recorder was sweating profusely, having filled three pages with notes.

Duan Hua scratched his head, bewildered. "You keep surprising me!"

"This guy is a trained international assassin. My men interrogated him for six hours, and he didn't say a word!"

"But as soon as you showed up, he spilled everything?"

Liu Di rubbed his chin, deep in thought. "It's nothing, just hypnosis."

The man before them, codenamed Spade 7, was the one who had attempted to assassinate Liu Di the previous night.

After Liu Di knocked him out, the special forces brought him to the police station.

This morning, Liu Di personally came to find out more about the Poker Society.

However, the man was uncooperative, steadfast in his silence.

Left with no choice, Liu Di intervened!

The information he extracted wasn't complete, but it was everything Spade 7 knew!

Spade 7 had received orders from the Poker Society to assassinate Liu Di again.

And the Poker Society was an organization so secretive it was almost impenetrable!

They communicated through objects resembling books, without ever meeting face-to-face.

The training for each assassin was one-on-one, and once training was completed, there would be no further contact.

They transmitted information using a method of raised and indented points on the books, a language they called "Revelation."

As for the assassins within the Poker Society, they had no contact with one another, not even knowing each other's identities.

"This organization is more complicated than I imagined, and trying to find clues from Spade 9 and Spade 7 alone will be difficult," Liu Di said, turning to Duan Hua. "Once their identities are exposed, they immediately become disposable to the Poker Society."

Duan Hua suddenly shrank back. "Don't look at me like that. You just used that look to hypnotize this guy!"

Liu Di smiled faintly.

He walked over to a tray of evidence and picked up a metal playing card.

The only items the two assassins had in common were these cards, one with Spade 9 and the other with Spade 7.

Liu Di carefully examined the card.

The card itself was made of an unremarkable material, but a dull glow seemed to flow over its surface.

It moved like rippling water.

The metal cards were indeed the identification for members of the Poker Society.

But the substance on the surface was likely the key.

It was a technique that outsiders couldn't replicate.

The voice of Mo Tong suddenly sounded: "The black substance on the surface is unique. It seems to be a rare metal, one that doesn't match any known characteristics of metals discovered by humanity so far."

"From my observation, it can transform under specific energy and even release energy."

"Also, the same material was on the gloves of Phantom, which is the source of their destructive power!"

Liu Di furrowed his brows.

It seemed that the Poker Society's technological prowess was also formidable!

Mo Tong: "It would be best to take these items back for further research."

Liu Di nodded subtly. "Captain Duan, I need to borrow these two pieces of evidence."

"No."

"You know these are evidence, yet you still want to take them?"

Duan Hua stood up and moved next to Liu Di, his expression stern.

Liu Di smiled lightly. "I promise you, I owe you a favor."

"Alright!"

Duan Hua agreed without hesitation!

It was as if he had planned for this all along, just waiting for Liu Di to ask for a favor!

"But as an additional condition, you have to tell me how you subdued this assassin!"

"Why did he say he felt like he was suddenly sniped while lying in ambush?"

Duan Hua's eyes sparkled with curiosity. Liu Di intrigued him too much!

Liu Di chuckled helplessly and pointed to an iron ball on the tray. "I just threw an iron ball at him."

An iron ball?

But he said it felt like he was hit by a sniper rifle!

Duan Hua gasped, shocked by the realization!

He had originally planned to send some special forces to protect Liu Di.

Now, he was starting to think it was unnecessary!

At this moment.

Just as Liu Di, with a slight smile, was about to bid Duan Hua farewell, his expression suddenly changed!

He stared into the void, his face suddenly heavy with concern!

Mo Tong projected a scene into his view.

It was the site of Old Master Yan's car accident!

The driver was already dead.

And Old Master Yan was being carried into an ambulance, critically injured!

Liu Di clenched his teeth, a hint of sorrow flashing across his face. "Captain Duan, something has happened."

At the Yingzhi Hospital, under the Yingzhi Group.

Liu Di and Duan Hua walked with heavy steps.

They slowly approached the top floor.

Duan Hua's eyes were filled with tears, while Liu Di remained silent.

As they exited the elevator.

Liu Di immediately spotted a graceful figure sitting by the door of the intensive care unit.

Yan Yiwen!

The Phantom assassin!

She sat there despondently, holding a children's picture book, gently stroking it.

Tears were falling one by one.

Liu Di's brows instantly furrowed!

He said in a deep voice, "Captain Duan, go check on Old Master Yan. I need to talk to her."

Duan Hua, overcome with sorrow, didn't think too much and walked towards the ward.

Yan Yiwen noticed the arrival of someone, put down the picture book, and looked up blankly.

When she saw Liu Di, her expression grew complicated!

Liu Di couldn't quite put his feelings into words!

He felt a strange mix of anger!

This beautiful woman was crying like a flower in the rain; anyone unaware might think she was just a grieving daughter whose father had suffered a sudden accident!

But who would know that she was a ruthless international assassin!?

Perhaps, Old Master Yan's accident had something to do with her!

Liu Di said nothing.

He sat down on the bench and picked up Yan Yiwen's picture book!

Yan Yiwen's body instantly stiffened, and the tear-filled eyes flashed with a trace of coldness!

Liu Di calmly opened the picture book and began to touch it!

As expected!

The pages of the picture book were covered with uneven bumps.

It was the Poker Society's universal coded language: "Revelation."