Song Guanchao displayed his Eighteen Martial Arts, and Zeng Li felt every cell in her body rejoicing.

"Brother Song, you're amazing."

Zeng Li slumped softly in his arms, fully satisfied, wanting only to be close to Song Guanchao.

After a brief rest, Zeng Li took the initiative before Song Guanchao could ask, "Do you want to know why I said the person following you is that undercover agent?"

Song Guanchao nodded, "How did you arrive at this conclusion?"

Zeng Li said, "Didn't you say that someone was in contact with the wife of the captain of the Criminal Police, Li Rong? Let me ask you, why would the person want to contact her?"

Song Guanchao said, "I deduced it's because Captain Lin possesses some rather important things that the other party wants to get their hands on."

"Exactly," Zeng Li said, "So the person's target is not you, but the things left behind by Captain Lin. Let me ask you, did the person get them?"

"No, the things are with me."

"Does the person know you have them? Does Li Rong know?"

Song Guanchao shook his head.

"Since the person doesn't know you have them, why follow you? In other words, if the person already acquired them, there'd be no need to follow you. Even if the person didn't get them, there's still no need to follow you."

"Most importantly, the person may not even know you contacted Li Rong."

Listening to this, Song Guanchao's eyes lit up.

"It's that undercover agent following me!"

"Exactly," Zeng Li said, "And that undercover agent probably already knows you're investigating them."

"You've mentioned that only you and Liang Jianfeng know about this, and only Liang Jianfeng knows about your investigation. How did the undercover know? Have you thought about that?"

Song Guanchao felt reinvigorated.

Zeng Li said so much, but it all boiled down to one thing: the undercover agent already knew about their investigation.

"Do you want to find out who the undercover is?"

Zeng Li suddenly asked.

Song Guanchao looked at her with disbelief: "You know?"

Zeng Li rolled her eyes: "How could I know? But finding out isn't hard."

"Tell me quickly."

"Kiss me."

"Smooch~"

"Not on the lips."

"..." Song Guanchao said, "Say it first, you can do whatever you want afterwards."

"Don't forget you said that."

Zeng Li's thoughts scattered to God knows where, and she began trembling with excitement.

Suppressing the feeling, she said, "Let's organize this first. After you told Liang Jianfeng the transaction time of Lei Group, within half a day, Lei Group adjusted the transaction time, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then you went to the city bureau and told Liang Jianfeng about it in person, correct?"

"Yes."

"This means, the undercover should have determined you were the one contacting the traitor at Lei Group based on your visit to Liang Jianfeng's office."

Song Guanchao paused slightly, struck by realization.

Damn!

Such a simple truth, and he hadn't thought of it.

Zeng Li said, "To find out who the undercover is, just have Liang Jianfeng check which deputy directors were working at the city bureau that day."

"If several deputy directors were present, check the surveillance to see who was covertly observing you."

Song Guanchao suddenly understood.

He held Zeng Li's small face and gave her a series of kisses.

"Ah, you've left spit all over me."

"Your little brain is really brilliant!"

Song Guanchao felt so excited that he could go to the city bureau and check the surveillance right now.

But he knew it couldn't be done in haste, rushing would easily alert the enemy.

"There's more..."

"More?" Song Guanchao was surprised: "What else?"

"Let me ask you, if you were an undercover, what would you do right now?"

"If I were undercover..."

Song Guanchao imagined himself in the undercover's shoes, thought for a few seconds, and uncertainly said, "Cut off ties with the Lei Group?"

Zeng Li rolled her eyes again: "I've told you to stay away from women, and now you're dumber because they've drained you, your brain is sluggish."

"Since the undercover is tracking you, it means he's very anxious, worried you might really uncover something."

"What the undercover most wants to do now is to get away!"

"How to get away?"

"There are plenty of ways to get away, like killing and silencing you so you die 'accidentally.' But such a method is risky, and if I were the undercover, I wouldn't do it."

"Secondly, create a fake undercover to misdirect attention."

"As long as you capture an undercover, the real one naturally becomes safe."

"Makes sense." Song Guanchao nodded.

"So, if an undercover gets exposed during this period, then obviously, it's the real undercover diverting attention with a fake one."

"That's it, you can find out more on Monday by asking Liang Jianfeng to narrow down the scope of the search."

"Now then, hmm, you promised to satisfy me~"

Zeng Li blushed shyly.

Song Guanchao refocused, looked at the delicate body in his arms, smacked her butt, and said, "Lie down."

"Mm~" Zeng Li complied obediently, lying flat.

Two soft rabbit-shaped mounds spread out, with two pinkish tips, standing firm.

Song Guanchao moved underneath her, looking at her long, fair legs, closed together with a gleaming pink line in between.

"Open your legs."

"No, you do it yourself," Zeng Li shyly closed her eyes.

Song Guanchao chuckled mischievously, "Be good, open your legs."

Despite having been completely honest with each other, and with the heated fervor not yet dissipated, she felt embarrassed with Song Guanchao openly discussing it.

Seeing her hesitating, Song Guanchao leaned down, sucking on her plumpness, teasing her cherry with his tongue.

She whimpered and trembled, as Song Guanchao moved his tongue lower from the fullness, trailing across her abdomen, finally reaching the pink delicateness, suddenly applying force.

"Ah~"

Her tightly closed legs unconsciously parted slightly.

Song Guanchao said again, "Open your legs."

This time she didn't resist, obediently raising her knees.

"Hold your legs."

She shyly said, "No, it's too embarrassing...ah~"

Before she finished speaking, Song Guanchao kissed her again.

She immediately grabbed her ankles, assuming a split posture, her openness below fully revealed.

Song Guanchao held her waist, lifting half her body.

Her moaning intensified as her body weakened, even unable to hold her ankles, prompting Song Guanchao to sit up, raise his spear, and hit the target with precision.

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