Gyoro Gyoro's eyeball contracted violently, seemingly not expecting Mr. Allen to appear so quickly, and to burst so directly into the ongoing executive meeting.
"Mr. Allen," Gyoro Gyoro spoke first, his voice maintaining a deliberate calmness, "You've returned just in time. We were discussing some questions about today's operation."
Mr. Allen seemed not to hear it, his gaze sweeping coldly across the room, finally fixing on Gyoro Gyoro.
His voice echoed in the damp cavern: "There's a mole in the house, do you know?"
The control room fell into dead silence.
The Monster executives exchanged glances, even Black Sperm's split little heads stopped their playful chatter, all turning to Gyoro Gyoro.
Gyoro Gyoro's giant eyeball visibly froze for a moment. It had completely not anticipated Mr. Allen's preemptive strike. It hadn't even had a chance to ask Mr. Allen if he was the mole, and now it was being asked in return if there was a mole in the house.
"What?" Gyoro Gyoro's voice had a barely perceptible stutter. Its giant eyeball swept over the other executives present, seemingly seeking some support or hint from them. "Mr. Allen, what do you mean by that? Who is the mole?"
Mr. Allen ignored the gazes from the other executives, mixed with confusion, wariness, and anticipation of a show. He took a step forward, and the already heavy air in the control room seemed to become even thicker. An invisible pressure made several lower-ranking executives instinctively take half a step back.
Mr. Allen's gaze, like a cold blade, slowly swept over every Monster executive present.
"You don't even know there's a mole!" His voice suddenly rose, carrying undisguised sarcasm and anger.
"The plan was so meticulous, the operational route was top secret, yet the Hero Association acted as if they had our deployment map, precisely ambushing and wiping us out! If there wasn't a mole in the house, giving them advance warning, could they have been prescient?!"
He suddenly raised his hand, pointing at the Ugly President closest to him.
"You!" Mr. Allen said sharply, "Before the operation, did any of your subordinates ever leave your sight without reason? Were there any unusual communications?"
The Ugly President, intimidated by that sharp gaze and aura, trembled in his corpulent body, his small eyes darting frantically: "No, no! My subordinates are all--"
Before he could finish speaking, Mr. Allen had ghost-like, moved close, not to attack, but with a condensed burst of energy at his fingertip, he poked him in his bloated abdomen with lightning speed.
"Ugh!" The Ugly President felt a sharp surge of energy penetrate his body. It wasn't painful, but it instantly choked his breath. His massive body stumbled uncontrollably backward, hitting the damp rock wall, and he was momentarily speechless, only able to stare at Mr. Allen in horror.
Mr. Allen didn't even look at him, turning his body, he had already appeared in front of Gums.
"And you!" His voice was cold, "Your phagocytic ability, for disposing of bodies and covering tracks, is excellent, but why didn't you go during this attack?"
Gums' giant mouth opened and closed unconsciously, viscous saliva dripping, emitting confused gurgles.
Mr. Allen did not touch it, but simply sent out a palm strike from a distance. A solid palm wind pressed its massive head back sharply, almost causing it to lose its balance.
The next moment, Mr. Allen was already facing Black Sperm.
Black Sperm's countless split little heads immediately all fell silent, converging into a slightly more serious main body.
"Mr. Allen, that's a bit..."
"You're the slipperiest!" Mr. Allen interrupted it, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. "Aren't you an executive of the Association? During the operation, where were you? Or did you see something but chose to conceal it?"
He pointed his fingers like a sword, and from a distance, a subtle but highly penetrating burst of energy shot directly at Black Sperm's main body.
Black Sperm trembled violently, the surface of its fluid body rippled intensely, as if pricked by an invisible needle, and all its little heads showed expressions of surprise and uncertainty.
"Woof woof!" Pochy, sensing the tense atmosphere, barked uneasily.
Mr. Allen's gaze swept over it, but he didn't make a move. Yet, that cold stare instantly silenced the large dog, making it cower down fearfully, whimpering softly.
Finally, his gaze returned to Gyoro Gyoro in the center, while Gouketsu stood silently to the side, a glint in his single eye.
"And you, Gyoro Gyoro!" Mr. Allen's voice deepened, becoming even more oppressive. "As the chief commander, you formulated the plan, you allocated the personnel, and you compiled the intelligence."
"Now the plan has failed miserably, with complete losses. How will you account for your responsibility as commander and your oversight!"
He suddenly took a step forward, and the floor of the entire control room trembled slightly. He did not directly attack Gyoro Gyoro, but the immense aura, like a tangible tsunami, crashed down upon that giant eyeball.
Gyoro Gyoro's giant eyeball trembled violently, its short limbs desperately gripping the edge of the control panel, barely managing to steady itself.
It felt the oppressive force that threatened to crush it, and its heart was filled with terror. All the probes and questions it had prepared were utterly silenced in the face of this thunderous rebuke and absolute power.
"Unless the mole is removed," Mr. Allen scanned the entire room, every word like an ice bead hitting the ground, "the Association will never have peace! The next operation will still be walking into a trap! Do you still have the mind to play house here?"
The control room was utterly silent, with only the heavy or unsteady breathing of the Monster.
All the executives were intimidated by Mr. Allen's preemptive, sharp aura and seemingly reasonable questioning. Their initial suspicions against him now seemed pale and powerless.
The Monster executives exchanged glances. Mr. Allen's sharp questioning and the absolute strength he displayed instantly shook their original suspicions.
The Ugly President rubbed his still-aching abdomen, his small eyes scanning the others with surprise and uncertainty.
Gums let out confused gurgles, its massive head swaying from side to side.
Black Sperm's countless small heads ceased their commotion, converging into a few larger individuals, exchanging wary glances.
Even Pochy buried its head under its front paws, only daring to let out faint whimpers.
Gyoro Gyoro's giant eyeball rotated violently, its short limbs twitching unconsciously.
All the probes and questions it had prepared were completely disrupted by Mr. Allen's preemptive, sharp aura and seemingly unassailable logic.
It found itself actually thinking along Mr. Allen's lines: the plan failed, losses were heavy, if not for a mole leaking information, how could the Hero Association have been so precise?
Moreover, Mr. Allen bore the greatest pressure in this operation; he was ambushed by a full ten strong individuals.
If he was truly the one who informed them, why would so many people come to ambush him, instead of sending more people to intercept the other teams?
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