The deputy in charge of the spy work returned to his office. After thinking for a while, he asked his subordinates to investigate Wood's whereabouts.
About five minutes later, his subordinates reported Wood's current location.
"So he's there …" The supervisor nodded thoughtfully. After tidying up a bit, he went out with a few people and went straight to the small restaurant.
About ten minutes later, he arrived at the entrance of the restaurant.
This was a small restaurant located in the civilian area, and the storefront was a bit old. However, the fragrance wafting from the restaurant was very attractive, enough to arouse everyone's appetite. Even if he was not hungry, smelling this tempting fragrance, he could not help but feel a bit empty and need to eat something.
So he walked in through the open door and saw Wood sitting at a table by the wall, facing the door.
Wood occupied a table by himself, and the table was filled with all kinds of southern specialties. Ordinary people might not be able to eat so much at a party with three to five friends.
He came in with a few people, and Wood naturally saw them at a glance. But Wood did not have any reaction, and was still eating and drinking.
From the situation of the cups and plates on his table, he might really be able to finish all the dishes by himself.
The supervisor did not say anything, walked straight to Wood, and sat opposite him.
"There are too many dishes on this table. It's a bit wasteful for one person to eat," he said.
"It's not wasteful, I can finish it," Wood replied.
"Do you mind if I share some?" he asked.
"Not at all, please go ahead."
So he asked the waiter for a set of cutlery and began to eat.
There was no doubt that although this supervisor was also quite strong, he was definitely not comparable to Wood. The same was true in terms of appetite — most powerful warriors had an amazing appetite, and there were few exceptions.
After about half an hour, Wood finally had his fill. Looking at the almost empty plates in front of him, he could not help but laugh.
"I haven't eaten so well in a long time!" he said.
The supervisor sitting opposite him had already eaten, and put down the cutlery and waited for a while. At this moment, seeing that he had finally finished eating, he asked with a smile, "You can't be thinking of telling me that you specially came back just for this meal, right?"
Wood looked at him and shook his head with a smile.
"I'm a bit full, how about taking a walk with me?"
"No problem."
So the two of them got up. Wood called his waiter over and settled the bill. Using a sheathed sword as a stick, he carried a small bag on his back and went out first. The manager and his subordinates, who had been silent the whole time, followed closely behind, not relaxing even a step.
They did not walk very fast. After about half an hour, they arrived at a cliff outside the city.
The entire "Highest Tower" was actually a city built on a high cliff. Back in the day, Master Ymir Lamperus brought his disciples and traveled all the way here to establish the Country of Mages. In this place, he cast an amazing legendary spell and forcibly uprooted a plateau, creating the foundation of the Highest Tower.
Later, the city was built on the high cliff created by Master Lamperus. All four sides were almost touching the edge of the high cliff. Only near the only passage in the front, there was still some empty land.
Looking from here, the scenery in the distance was vivid. When the weather was good, you could see the mountains under your feet. When the weather was bad, you could see the sea of clouds under your feet. This was where the name "Highest" came from.
Wood walked to the edge of the cliff, completely ignoring the horrible environment under his feet where he would fall to pieces if he missed a step. He swaggered and sat on the cliff, his legs directly reaching out of the cliff.
At this moment, his posture was very dangerous. He was afraid that a gust of wind could blow him off the cliff.
What would happen if he was blown down?
It would probably cause trouble for the corpse collectors, because the possibility of finding a complete corpse was not high. They would need some time to slowly piece it together.
Some powerful professionals could mix the bones of a person and the bones of three dogs together, and then they could distinguish them in a short time and piece them together to look like when they were alive. Because the corpse collectors of the Highest Tower often needed to clean up these kinds of corpses that fell from the cliff, many of them had also learned this unique skill.
However, there was no doubt that to hire a corpse collector who knew this unique skill, the reward could not be low.
Thinking of this, Wood could not help but smile.
"How much is your salary now?" He asked, "If I jump from here, will your monthly salary be enough to hire someone to put me back together?"
The person in charge's face suddenly darkened. "You came all the way back here just to treat me to a meal and make fun of me?"
"No, no, no. You have completely misunderstood." Wood said with a smile. "First of all, I did not intend to treat you to a meal. I originally wanted to finish the meal by myself."
"Second, you did not intend to joke around. You are really going to jump down like this later, right?" The person in charge took over the conversation.
"… That depends on the results of our negotiation," Wood said.
As soon as these words came out, the originally relaxed atmosphere became heavy in an instant.
The person in charge sighed and walked to Wood's side. He also sat with his legs out of the cliff like Wood.
"How many years has it been since we sat together and chatted like this?" he asked. "Twenty years, right?"
"Twenty-two years," Wood replied. "Since we worked together to kill Gray Eagle, you retired from your job and became a civil servant. I went to the Kingdom of Thousands of Springs to run an intelligence station … Since then, we have not chatted like this."
"Yes … Twenty-two years!" The person in charge sighed deeply. "You still look so young, but I am already old."
"You are older than me by about ten years. The difference between a forty-something and a fifty-something is very obvious," Wood said with a smile. "Moreover, I am now a high-grade ranger, and I age slower than you. It is not strange for me to be like this now. "
"Sometimes I also wonder if we should gather our old classmates and have a party or something."
"It is not easy." Wood shook his head. "I am afraid there are not many who are still alive."
"It is quite easy," the person in charge said. "Look, we are having a party now."
Wood was stunned for a moment and asked, "Only the two of us are left?"
"Yes, only the two of us are left." The person in charge smiled bitterly. "Elite Spy Training Class, we are the only graduates of the 1096th batch."
Wood sighed softly. "It is not strange. There are not many people in the first place."
"That is why I do not want another one to die," the person in charge said. "Especially since the one who is going to die is our class monitor. The one who was the youngest and most capable. "
Wood was silent for a while and said, "I am afraid this wish will be very difficult to achieve."
"It is not difficult," the person in charge said. "As long as you take a step back."
He pointed at the cliff below them. "The cliff is here. If you do not jump down, you will naturally not die."
Wood smiled, a wry smile.
"Do you know why I came back?" he asked.
The person in charge shrugged and said indifferently, "You were wronged, so you came back to quarrel. That Bei Feng is really too much. She was so mesmerized by you that she even told you the content of the mission. "
Wood was silent.
"I know that arranging for her to kill you was not very good," the person in charge said. The supervisor said, "But I'm sure you also understand that your performance these past few years has been very worrying."
"Just because you are worried, you want to kill me?" Wood asked.
"For someone like you, 'worry' is already a very serious matter!"
The person in charge laughed again. "But, forget it, it is all in the past anyway. Now that you are back, you can lay everything out and explain everything. Once you have done so, everything will be fine. "
He stood up and said, "I will arrange a debriefing for you. At that time, you must perform well. Even if the person in charge is willing to help, those old fogeys will not be easy to deal with!"
He had only taken two steps when he heard Wood's faint voice.
"I killed Bei Feng."
The person in charge stopped in his tracks. His entire body seemed to have been petrified, frozen on the spot, not moving an inch.
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