Published: March 2, 2025
“Ah…” A large yawn escaped from Wen Yu's mouth.
After a long period of tension, a brawl had indeed given Wen Yu a rare sense of comfort.
More than a hundred fifth-level magic crystals were nothing but small change to Wen Yu, yet they brought a beaming smile to Grace's face and a thrilling wake-up service.
It must be said that Grace was indeed a clever woman. After receiving her due payment, she generously bestowed a big kiss on Wen Yu, and then decisively left the hotel when the sky first brightened.
It was a transaction that left both parties satisfied; perhaps they would owe each other nothing and might even have a next time? Who knows.
Wen Yu pushed the absurdity of last night out of his mind, got out of bed, washed up, dressed, and then walked out of the room toward the restaurant.
…
The work of a spy was always busy.
Of course, strictly speaking, spies could be divided into field agents and internal staff, and Lin Na clearly belonged to the latter—essentially, she was the type who sat in the office.
However, this office was not so easy to manage, as it involved arranging personnel, organizing intelligence, and coordinating relationships; various tasks kept Lin Na completely occupied.
Nevertheless, Lin Na would not forget one crucial point—information regarding Lahar!
Major Wang Chenglin had been captured.
Major Wang Chenglin had been controlled.
Major Wang Chenglin had taken Dijang to pick up Lahar.
Bad news came one after another; however, everything has two sides.
When Lahar was alone, finding a child in the vast sea of people was not a simple task, especially when that child possesses some strange powers.
But after Lahar was picked up by Dijang, the difficulty of locating the rebellion army decreased significantly.
As the second-largest native force in India, the movements of the rebellion army were not without trace.
The efficiency belonging to the intelligence organization was reaching its peak at this moment!
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Noida Hotel offered a decent breakfast, at least much better than Wen Yu gnawing on dry rations in the wilderness alone.
Dumplings, roasted meat, soup, each served in a large platter. In the current desolate situation, Wen Yu decisively released three spirit pets in the empty restaurant.
Good things should be shared together.
Therefore, when Lin Na walked into the restaurant, what she saw was a scene of cats flying, dogs jumping, and a giant dragon roaring.
As a sequence two, Wen Yu was somewhat of a public figure; at least, there was complete information on Wen Yu within the intelligence organization.
And the profession of soul master was undoubtedly recorded in the files of the Huaxia intelligence organization.
Lin Na looked at the three spirit pets bouncing around and messing up the food with some curiosity—according to the intel, the three spirit pets of sequence two were all peak fifth-level mutated beasts (outdated intel), and among them were even two divine beast species!
Thus, Lin Na intentionally slowed down her pace, attempting to observe the magnificent form of the divine beast species in more detail.
However, what grandeur could Xing and Victor possess?
What Lin Na could see was merely the daily cat-and-dog battle—Greyhound chasing Black Cat around while the mini-sized giant dragon chewed on roasted meat, watching the daily drama.
Until Wen Yu, who was sitting in a corner of the restaurant, noticed Lin Na.
“Over here.”
Wen Yu waved to Lin Na, glancing at the chaos in the restaurant as he bluntly remarked, “Looks like you need to prepare your own food.”
Lin Na was taken aback.
She didn’t know whose territory this was…
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Placing the documents on the table, Lin Na elegantly sat in the chair across from Wen Yu.
With her impressive looks and exquisite attire, especially the aura of a strong woman emanating from Lin Na, everything made her appear somewhat dazzling.
However, just like the boredom that follows a man's explosive outburst, Wen Yu was not a stallion; at this moment, Lin Na, who was definitely more appealing than Grace, could not capture Wen Yu's attention and could not rekindle his passion.