Ma Biao's smile froze on his face.
He was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly burst into anger, slapping the table as he stood up:
"Zhuo Feng! You're spouting nonsense! I've been loyal to the organization, what right do you have to slander me?"
"Slander?"
Zhuo Feng's lips curled into a contemptuous arc:
"Just now, you tried to contact your superior, didn't you?"
"Zhuo, you've never liked me, but that's no reason to fabricate such a flimsy excuse to smear me!"
Embarrassed and furious, Ma Biao tore off his floral shirt and slammed it onto the ground.
"Come, come, today I'll let you search me all you want and see if I'm carrying any communication devices!"
He spread his arms, revealing the tight white tank top and knotted muscles underneath.
He even turned around, striking a few poses to show off his physique to the others in the meeting room to prove his innocence.
A few cadre members who were close to him couldn't help but murmur quietly:
