The deputy in charge of spy work returned to his office, thought for a while, and then asked his subordinates to check Wood's whereabouts.

About five minutes later, his subordinates reported Wood's current position.

"So there..." The in charge thoughtfully, nodded, sorted out for a while, and then took a few people out and headed straight for the small restaurant.

In about ten minutes, he arrived at the entrance of the hotel.

This is a restaurant located in a civilian area. It is not large in size and the store is a bit old. However, the fragrance that floats out from the store is charming, which is enough to arouse everyone's appetite. Even if he is not hungry, he can't help but feel a little empty when he smells this tempting fragrance.

So he walked in through the open door and saw Wood sitting on the table against the wall facing the door.

Wood occupied a table alone, which was filled with various southern special dishes. Ordinary people might not be able to eat so much when they gathered with three or five friends.

He brought a few people in, and Wood naturally saw it at a glance. But Wood did not react and was still eating and drinking.

Judging from the cups, bowls and plates on his table, he might be able to eat all so many dishes alone.

The in charge did not speak, walked straight to Wood and sat in the seat facing him.

"There are too many dishes on this table, and it would be a bit waste if you eat them alone," he said.

"No waste, I'll finish it," Wood replied.

"Do you mind if I'm going to get a little bit?" he asked.

"Don't mind, please."

So he asked his friend for a pair of tableware and started to eat it.

There is no doubt that although this in charge has good strength, he is definitely not as good as Wood. The same is true for the appetite - most powerful warriors are incredibly intake, with rare exceptions.

After about half an hour, Wood finally had enough food and feasting. Looking at the dishes and bowls in front of him, he couldn't help but smile.

"I haven't eaten so well for a long time!" he said.

The manager sitting opposite him had already eaten his fill, put down the tableware and waited for a while. Seeing that he had finished eating, he asked with a smile: "Don't you want to tell me that you came back specially just for this meal, right?"

Wood looked at him and shook his head with a smile.

"I'm a little full, how about accompanying me?"

"no problem."

So the two stood up, Wood called a clerk, settled the account, used a long sheathed sword as a stick, picked up a small bag behind his back, and took the lead. The in charge led the subordinates who had always been silent and followed closely without relaxing.

They didn't walk fast, and after about half an hour, they walked to a cliff outside the city.

The entire "Supreme Tower" is actually a city built on a high cliff. Master Imia Lamperus and his disciples traveled through mountains and rivers to open up the country of wizards, and used amazing legendary magic in this place, rising from a plateau to build the foundation of the Supreme Tower.

Later, the city was built on the high cliff created by Master Lamperus. It was almost on all sides to the edge of the high cliff, with only the only passage on the front, and there was some free ground.

Looking here, the scenery in the distance is vivid. When the weather is good, you can see the mountains under your feet, and when the weather is bad, you can see the sea of ​​clouds under your feet. This is the name of "Supreme" that comes from it.

Wood walked to the edge of the cliff, completely ignoring the terrifying environment where he would fall to pieces if he was walking away. He sat on the cliff with a swagger, and his legs directly reached outside the cliff.

His posture is very dangerous at this moment, and I am afraid that if a strong wind comes, he will blow him down from the cliff.

What happens if you blow it down?

It may cause trouble for the corpse collectors because it is unlikely to find the complete corpse, and they need to take some time to piece it together slowly.

Some powerful professionals can mess up a person's bones with three dogs, and then distinguish them in a short time and then piece them together to form their appearance before their lifetime. Because the corpse collectors of the Supreme Tower often need to clean up the corpses that fell from the cliff, many people have also mastered this unique skill.

However, there is no doubt that the reward for masters who understand this unique skill should not be low.

Thinking of this, Wood couldn't help laughing.

"How high are you now?" he asked. "If I jumped from here, is your monthly salary enough to hire someone to piece me together?"

The face of the person in charge suddenly turned dark: "You came back for thousands of miles just to treat me to a meal and then make a few words to enjoy me?"

"No, no, you completely misunderstood." Wood said with a smile, "First, I didn't plan to treat you to a meal. I originally wanted to finish it alone."

"Second, you didn't plan to joke. You're really going to jump like this later, right?" The in charge took over the conversation.

"…It depends on the outcome of our negotiations," Wood said.

As soon as this said, the originally relaxed atmosphere became heavier in an instant.

The subordinate sighed and walked to Wood, and sat like he stuck his legs out of the cliff.

"How many years have we not sat and chatted together like this?" he asked. "It's been twenty years, right?"

"Twenty-two years," Wood replied, "Since we joined forces to kill the Gray Eagle, you have been working as a civil servant, and I went to the Kingdom of Thousand Springs to host an intelligence station... Since then, we have never chatted like this."

"Yes... twenty-two years!" The in charge sighed deeply, "You still look so young, but I am already old."

"You are almost ten years older than me, and the difference between you in your forties and fifties is very obvious." Wood said with a smile, "What's more, I am already a high-level ranger now and I'm aging slower than you. There's nothing strange about this now."

"Sometimes I also wonder, should we gather our old classmates and have a party or something?"

"It's not easy." Wood shook his head, "I'm afraid there are not many people who are still alive."

"It's quite easy," said the supervisor. "Look, we're going to have a party now."

Wood was stunned for a moment and asked, "We are the only one left?"

"Yes, we're the only one left." A wry smile appeared on the face of the in charge. "We're the only one left in the Spy Elite Training Class, the 1016th Graduates."

Wood sighed softly: "Not surprising, there are not many people."

"So I don't want to die another one," said the director. "Especially, it's our squad leader who is about to die. The youngest but most capable one at the time."

Wood was silent for a while and said, "This wish is probably difficult to realize."

"It's not difficult," said the supervisor. "Just take a step back."

He pointed to the cliff beneath him: "The cliff is here, if you don't jump down, you will naturally not die."

Wood smiled bitterly.

"Do you know what I'm doing when I come back?" he asked.

The in charge shrugged and said indifferently: "The left and right are just wronged, come back and quarrel. That guy Beifeng is really inappropriate. He is really confused by you and even tells you the content of the mission."

Wood remained silent.

"I know, it's not done right to arrange her to clear you," said the supervisor. "But you must also understand that your performance over the years is really worrying."

"Just because of worry, I have to clear me?" Wood asked.

"For a person like you, 'worry' is already a serious situation!"

The in charge said and laughed again: "But forget it, forget it, it's all over anyway. When you come back this time, you just spread the matter out and explain it clearly. It's fine."

He stood up as he said, "I'll help you arrange a report meeting. You must be better at that time. Even if the supervisor is willing to help, those old men will not be able to get through!"

He turned around and walked two steps before he heard Wood's voice.

"I killed Beifeng."

The steps in charge stopped, and the whole person seemed to be petrified, stiff in place, motionless.
Chapter completed!