Dai Shiya walked into the building, seemingly calmly, but under the current.
She could feel that the gaze that was like a thorn in her back did not disappear with the departure of the car, but was like an invisible net, covering her.
This feeling of being watched made the alarm bells in her heart continue to ring.
She quickly adjusted her state, hid her uneasiness just now, and walked into the office with a normal face.
Outside the French window, the hustle and bustle of the city was in full view, but at this moment, this lively scene seemed a little out of place.
She drew the curtains to block the outside world's sight and the uncomfortable feeling of being watched.
"Wei Qing, help me check some small gangs in the city recently." She called her friend's phone, her tone was calm, without a trace of panic, "especially those who act more arrogantly and like to make trouble."
Wei Qing on the other end of the phone obviously realized that something was wrong, and quickly hung up the phone after responding.
Dai Shiya put down the phone, and her fingers tapped the table lightly, making a rhythmic sound again and again.
She knew that the real storm was coming.
The next day, Wei Qing's investigation results were delivered to Dai Shiya's desk.
A detailed report densely listed the large and small gangs in the city and their recent activity records.
"Strange," Wei Qing's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of doubt, "These small gangs have been very active recently, and they all seem to be targeting your industry. They do all kinds of things, as if they are deliberately looking for trouble."
Dai Shiya frowned, the activities of these gangs were obviously not coincidental.
She flipped through the report, her fingertips lingering on one of the names, "Is this 'Black Panther Gang' very active recently?"
"Yes, they seem to be declaring their presence everywhere. And... they seem to be looking for trouble with some big shots." Wei Qing's tone became solemn, "Dai Shiya, you have to be careful."
Dai Shiya took a deep breath, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.
She knew that this was definitely not a simple coincidence, but that the hidden force began to show its claws.
They were secretly controlling these small forces, trying to make trouble for her and prevent her from continuing to develop.
She stood up, walked to the window, looked at the gray sky in the distance, and became more certain of her thoughts.
There must be a bigger conspiracy behind this, and she must find out the source of this conspiracy.
The depressing atmosphere spread in the office, like the calm before the storm.
She turned around and said to the air: "It's time to let them know that I'm not so easy to bully." She picked up the phone and dialed a number.
The call was connected, and a low voice came, "What do you want, Miss?" Dai Shiya's mouth corners slightly raised, her eyes cold, "I need you to help me with something."
Dai Shiya hung up the phone, and a confident arc appeared at the corner of her mouth.
She stood up, changed into a capable black suit, picked up her handbag, and left the office.
The high heels knocked on the smooth floor, making a crisp sound, as if announcing her inner determination.
She drove to a private club on the outskirts of the city.
This is an important node in the network of people she has been operating for many years.
The club is luxuriously decorated and the atmosphere is quiet, which is completely different from the hustle and bustle of the city center.
"Miss Dai, you are here." The manager of the club came out in person, with a smile on his face.
Dai Shiya nodded slightly and walked straight to the reserved box.
In the box, several influential local figures had been waiting for a long time.
"Miss Dai, I heard that you have encountered some troubles recently?" One of the middle-aged men said, with a bit of concern in his tone.
"Just some small problems." Dai Shiya said lightly, but a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.
Next, Dai Shiya briefly described the situation of several small gangs such as the "Black Panther Gang".
The people present were all smart and immediately understood what she meant.
"Miss Dai, don't worry, these small characters will be left to us." Another burly man patted his chest and assured.
Dai Shiya smiled slightly and raised her glass, "Thank you very much."
Amid the clinking of glasses, an action against small gangs was quietly launched.
These connections are the result of Dai Shiya's careful management over the years, and now is the time for them to play a role.
A few days later, those small gangs that were originally arrogant and domineering suddenly disappeared.
The action they had originally planned against Dai Shiya's industry was inexplicably stranded.
Everything seemed to have never happened.
Dai Shiya sat in the office, listening to Wei Qing's report, and the smile on her lips deepened.
These small gangs are just pawns in the hands of hidden forces. Dealing with them is just the first step.
"Wei Qing, help me check the companies that have had business dealings with the "Black Panther Gang" recently." Dai Shiya ordered, her tone was calm, but with unquestionable majesty.
Wei Qing on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, "Company? Dai Shiya, you suspect..."
"I just want to look at it from a different angle." Dai Shiya interrupted Wei Qing's words, her eyes deep, "Sometimes, the truth is often hidden in the most inconspicuous places."
At the same time, Dai Shiya's husband was sitting in the study, looking at the documents in his hand.
He frowned, as if thinking about something.
"She actually checked those small companies?" He whispered to himself, with a hint of confusion in his tone, "This is not her style..."
He put down the documents, walked to the window, and looked at the brightly lit city in the distance. Dai Shiya's actions surprised him and made him more curious about what she wanted to do.
"Shiya..." He whispered her name softly, and an inexplicable uneasiness surged in his heart.
The door of the study was knocked gently, and a low voice came, "Sir, the eldest lady is back."
Dai Shiya received the latest investigation results sent by Wei Qing, and scanned the densely packed company names at a glance, and her fingertips paused at one place.
"This is it," she said with a firm tone, and a glimmer of excitement flashed in her eyes, "'Hongda Trade'." On the surface, this company is engaged in ordinary trading business, with a small scale and mediocre performance, but it has frequent financial transactions with the "Black Panther Gang".
More importantly, the registered address of this company points to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.
"An abandoned factory?" Wei Qing's voice was full of doubts, "This is too strange."
"The stranger it is, the more worthy of attention." Dai Shiya's tone was a little excited, as if she had found the trace of prey.
She seemed to be able to smell the dust and rust in the air, which was the unique smell of abandoned factories.
She could even imagine what kind of secrets were hidden behind the rusty iron door.
After confirming this key information, the air around Dai Shiya seemed to become active.
She felt a sense of relief, as if the haze that had been suppressed in her heart for many days was swept away.
The sunlight outside the window poured in through the glass and shone on her body, warm.
She got up and walked to the window, stretched her body, and felt the long-lost relaxation and pleasure.
However, after the excitement, a trace of hesitation came to her mind.
Abandoned factories mean unknown dangers.
What may be lurking there is something she can't predict.
She thought of her husband's concerned eyes and his low voice, and she couldn't help but hesitate.
This tangled emotion, like an invisible net, wrapped her tightly.
She felt a little difficult to breathe, and the air around her became heavy.
The office was terribly quiet, with only the wall clock making a "tick-tick" sound, hitting her nerves again and again.
She walked to the sofa and sat down, her fingers tightly grasping the pillow, her knuckles turned white.
"Shiya, are you okay?" Wei Qing on the other end of the phone seemed to notice her abnormality.
Dai Shiya took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.
"I'm fine," she tried to keep her tone calm, but she couldn't hide her inner struggle, "I'm just... thinking about something."
She got up, walked to the French window, looked at the brightly lit city in the distance, and struggled in her heart.
Should I go?
If I don't go, I can't solve the mystery and eliminate the threat completely; but if I go, I may face unknown dangers.
At this moment, the door of the study was pushed open, and a tall figure walked in...
Dai Shiya's husband walked to her and gently hugged her shoulders.
"I know what you are worried about," his low voice sounded in her ears, with a hint of comfort, "but you can't back down."
Dai Shiya raised her head and looked into his deep eyes, and a surge of strength surged from deep in her heart.
"I know," she said firmly, "I have to go."
Her husband gently stroked her hair, "I'll go with you."
Dai Shiya shook her head, "No, I'll go by myself. You stay here and help me deal with other things." Her
husband looked at her firm eyes and knew that he could not change her decision.
He nodded and held her hand tightly, "Be careful."
Dai Shiya changed into a black tights and tied her hair up high, making her look capable and neat.
She picked up a pistol, put it on her waist, and checked her equipment again to make sure it was foolproof.
As night fell, Dai Shiya drove to the abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.
The factory gate was closed and rusty, and the surrounding weeds were overgrown and desolate.
The air was filled with the smell of dust and rust, which made people feel suffocated.
Dai Shiya took a deep breath, opened the car door, and walked down.
The high heels creaked on the gravel road, which was particularly harsh in the silent night.
She took out a flashlight and turned it on. A beam of strong light shone on the factory gate, reflecting the mottled rust.
She approached the gate carefully and pushed hard, but the gate did not move.
She tried to pull it again, but there was still no response.
It seemed that the gate was locked from the inside.
Dai Shiya walked around the outer wall of the factory, looking for other entrances.
Suddenly, she heard a faint sound, like the sound of metal rubbing.
She was startled and immediately stopped, holding her breath and listening carefully.
The sound came again, this time clearer, as if it came from inside the factory.
Dai Shiya's heartbeat began to accelerate, and she had a premonition that there might be greater danger waiting for her.
She clenched the pistol in her hand, followed the direction of the sound, and moved forward carefully...
"Who's there?" A cold voice sounded in the dark.