At six o'clock in the morning, inside the primary production trailer, the persistent hum of rack-mounted servers provided a low, rhythmic bassline to the heavy silence hanging over the control room.
Director Zhao stood behind his desk, staring down at a sealed, encrypted flash drive. Inside that tiny alloy casing sat Old Wang's raw, uncompressed audio recording—a crystal-clear, damning confession of Xu Wanrou threatening a junior technician and explicitly acknowledging her talent agency's direct involvement in sabotaging Team A's navigation gear during the midnight hunt.
Director Zhao's jaw was set like forged granite. His knuckles turned stark white as he reached across the blotter toward his satellite landline, intent on summoning the chief of network security and corporate legal counsel to initiate an immediate suspension and public disclosure.
