Revenge

In the days that followed, Hua threw herself into the investigation, spending every waking moment gathering information, searching through old files, and piecing together clues. The support from Ming, Zihan, and Xu Kai kept her grounded, even as she delved deeper into the dark secrets surrounding her sister's death.

They soon discovered disturbing links between Zhang Wei, Mr. Smith, and Xueyao. Bank transactions, phone records, and secret meetings pointed toward a conspiracy — one that led them closer to the truth with every new piece they uncovered.

Late one night, while the team gathered at Hua's apartment, Zihan spread out photos and documents they had collected on the coffee table. "This is it," she said, looking at the others with determined eyes. "We have enough evidence to confront them. But we need a plan."

Hua took a deep breath, glancing at the faces of her friends and the man she had come to trust with her heart. "We're going to confront them where they least expect it."

Ming raised an eyebrow. "And where's that?"

"At the warehouse where they used to meet. I remember it from when I followed Xueyao there once." Hua's gaze was fierce. "If we catch them off guard, we can record their confession and finally have solid proof."

Xu Kai nodded in agreement. "But we'll have to be careful. If they realize we're onto them, they might not hesitate to silence us — for good."

Ming's grip on Hua's hand tightened protectively. "I won't let anything happen to any of you. We'll go in, get the confession, and get out. No risks."

The plan was set. They agreed to meet at the warehouse the following night, equipped with recording devices and a backup plan in case things went wrong.

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As they entered the dimly lit warehouse, the air was thick with tension. They stayed hidden in the shadows, watching and waiting until Zhang Wei, Mr. Smith, and Xueyao arrived. The trio appeared to be deep in conversation, their voices echoing softly in the large, empty space.

Hua pressed the record button on her phone, catching snippets of their conversation.

"Shen's death was supposed to be clean," Zhang Wei muttered, his voice laced with frustration. "But now we have loose ends, and it's only a matter of time before someone digs too deep."

Xueyao crossed her arms, her expression cold and calculating. "We should have taken care of Hua, too. She's becoming a problem."

Mr. Smith, looking uneasy, glanced around as if someone might be listening. "We can't afford any more attention. We need to keep a low profile until things cool down."

Hua's heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of anger and fear swirling inside her. She could feel Ming's hand on her shoulder, grounding her as they continued recording. She knew this was the moment she had been waiting for — the proof she needed to expose the truth.

Suddenly, Xueyao's gaze shifted, and her eyes narrowed in their direction. "Wait… I think we're not alone."

Before they could react, Zhang Wei turned sharply, his eyes scanning the shadows. "Who's