"Internal Investigation Department?"
Ma Donghe sneered, his face full of indifference:
"Is that the group of bastards that ran to my house to investigate me last time? What do they usually do, investigate embezzlement, catch internal traitors?"
"They specialize in openly and secretly investigating the conduct and discipline of internal personnel. To put it bluntly, they check on their own people."
Wei Zheng looked serious, glanced around, and lowered his voice:
"This department is not constrained by any conventional orders; it answers directly to Director Ling."
"Director Ling trusts them greatly and gives them immense authority. These guys roam around like spirits refusing to leave and once they target you, you'll be skinned alive even if not dead — it's a typical case of a small temple with strong demonic winds."
After listening, Ma Donghe's eyes widened in disbelief, blurting out:
"Damn, isn't this like the Eastern Factory from ancient times?"
