Reborn : Space Intelligent Woman

Chapter 2768: Chapter 2768: Send The Recording To The Three Families

Yu Qi quickly transferred the audio and video files onto her laptop, expertly scrubbing the metadata and editing out any accidental frames that could compromise their disguised identities while preserving every syllable of Richard Lee’s confession.

Once the file was finalised, she immediately pinged her AI assistant. “Neko-chan, transmit this encrypted file directly to every core member of the Smith Family, the Ricchi Family, and the Fang Family. Ensure every single one of their personal devices receives it.”

“Roger that, Master!” Neko-chan’s digital avatar saluted happily across the screen.

Within less than three minutes, Neko-chan reported back with a ping. “Mission accomplished! Every targeted recipient has officially received the file transmission!”

“Excellent.” Yu Qi smiled gently. “Good job, Neko-chan.”

Neko-chan did a joyous little dance across the laptop display.

“Shall we head back to the hotel now?” Long Hui asked, adjusting his posture.

“Yeah.” Yu Qi nodded. “Brother Qin Hao still needs our watchful protection at the venue. I will have Shino deploy his beasts to keep an active eye on Warehouses Number Thirteen and Fourteen until we make our move.”

“What about Richard Lee?” Long Hui asked, casting a glance toward the corridor.

Yu Qi glanced casually toward the room where the paralysed man remained trapped.

“Oh… Him?” Yu Qi shrugged indifferently. “Leave him right where he is. The sound barrier will remain active around the room. He can scream until his throat bleeds. If someone eventually stumbles upon him…”

Yu Qi smiled faintly, her eyes sharp. “Then that’s his stroke of luck. But whether he will survive the catastrophic storm that is about to obliterate the Lee Family… that is another matter entirely.”

“Hmm… Let’s proceed with your plan.” Long Hui chuckled softly.

The two shadow figures quietly vanished from the warehouse, leaving Richard Lee sitting completely alone in the dark, unable to move so much as a single finger.

…

At almost the exact same moment across the city, the top echelon of the Smith Family, the Ricchi Family, and the Fang Family each simultaneously received the anonymous file notification on their secure devices.

At first, the high-ranking elders, patriarchs, and direct heirs assumed the unexpected, unprompted transmission was nothing more than a crude prank or some kind of malicious, amateur hoax. However, as they opened the video and the terrifying, detailed confession began to play, the colour gradually drained from their faces, leaving them utterly frozen in absolute shock.

Inside the Smith Family’s sprawling ancestral estate, the atmosphere was quiet and peaceful. Only the Smith Family’s core members were still gathered inside the main conference hall, wrapping up a discussion on several pressing business matters before ending the long day.

Suddenly, every phone belonging to the Patriarch, the high elders, the direct heirs, and the family’s most trusted executives vibrated almost in perfect unison.

A discreet notification appeared on every single glowing screen:

Unknown Sender

Voice Recording (34:17)

The grand hall instantly fell into a heavy silence. Several high-ranking members exchanged puzzled, suspicious glances across the long table.

“Elder Brother, did you receive this strange transmission as well?” One of the senior elders asked, brow furrowed.

“I did.”

“So did I.”

“It seems every single one of us received the exact same recording.”

Old Master Smith, Austin Smith, slowly and deliberately placed his porcelain teacup onto the sauced table before sweeping his sharp gaze around the conference hall.

“Did everyone in this room receive it?” Austin Smith asked, his seasoned voice calm but commanding.

Some of the attendees nodded immediately, while others shook their heads in confusion.

Austin Smith quickly noticed a distinct, calculated pattern. The specific individuals who had received the recording were exclusively the family’s core power holders or those directly involved in the family’s high-level strategic affairs. Those who did not receive the ping were ordinary family members who were merely attending the routine meeting.

Austin Smith slowly placed his teacup onto the table before looking around the conference hall.

“Everyone who did not receive the recording may be excused and leave first.” Austin Smith instructed calmly, waving a dismissive hand.

Once the heavy wooden doors clicked shut, Austin Smith swept his sharp gaze across the remaining individuals.

“So, only the core decision-makers received it.” Austin Smith narrowed his eyes, processing the strategic implications.

His eldest son, Author Smith, quickly confirmed the exact situation with everyone in the room before nodding.

“Yes, Father. It appears to be organised that way.” Author Smith replied gravely.

“How interesting…” Austin Smith tapped the polished surface of the table lightly with his finger. “Whoever sent this knows with absolute precision exactly who holds real authority within our family.”

No ordinary hacker or street informant could have so accurately identified every single core decision-maker without making a single mistake. That terrifying level of intelligence alone made the recording worthy of their immediate attention.

“Play it.” Austin Smith ordered flatly.

One of the top executives immediately connected his device to the large high-definition monitor mounted at the front of the room.

The audio file initialised, and the recording began playing through the high-end speakers. The room instantly fell into a dead, suffocating silence as Richard Lee’s calm, emotionless voice echoed clearly throughout the conference hall:

“We supply test subjects to the MicroTech Organisation in exchange for medicine…”

…

Meanwhile, inside the ultra-modern headquarters of the Ricchi Family, only the family’s highest-ranking members remained inside the executive boardroom. Their intense discussion regarding several multi-million dollar overseas investments came to an abrupt, screeching halt when every executive’s phone vibrated at almost the exact same second.

The current head of the Ricchi Family, Marco Ricchi, frowned deeply as he felt his personal phone vibrate against the glass table. He picked it up and studied the unencrypted notification with growing suspicion.

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