The deputy in charge of espionage 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 location.
"That's where it turned out to be..." The manager in charge nodded thoughtfully, tidied up, then took a few people out and went straight to the small restaurant.
About ten minutes later, he arrived at the door of the hotel.
This is a hotel located in a civilian area. It is small and the storefront is a bit old. However, the fragrance wafting from the store is very charming and can arouse everyone's appetite. Even if he is not hungry, he can't help but feel that his stomach is a little empty and he needs something to eat 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 specialties. Ordinary people gathering with three or five friends might not be able to eat so much.
He came in with a few people, and Wood naturally saw them at a glance. But Wood didn't react much and was still eating and drinking.
Judging from the situation of the cups and dishes on his table, he might have been able to finish all the dishes by himself.
The supervisor didn't say anything, walked straight to Wood, and sat down opposite him.
"There are too many dishes on this table. It would be a bit wasteful for one person to eat," he said.
"No waste, I can finish it." Wood replied.
"Mind if I share a little?" he asked.
"You don't mind, please do it."
So he asked the waiter for a set of cutlery and started eating.
There is no doubt that although this manager also has good strength, he is definitely not as good as Wood. The same goes for food intake - most powerful warriors eat an astonishing amount of food, with rare exceptions.
After about half an hour, Wood finally had enough to drink and eat. Looking at the almost empty dishes in front of him, Wood couldn't help but smile.
"I haven't eaten so comfortably for a long time!" he said.
The supervisor sitting opposite him was already full and put down his utensils and waited for a long time. Seeing that he had finally finished eating, he asked with a smile: "You don't want to tell me that you came back just for this meal, do you?"
Wood looked at him, smiled and shook his head.
"I feel a little full after eating. How about taking a walk with me?"
"no problem."
So the two of them got up. Wood called the waiter, paid the bill, used a long sheathed sword as a stick, carried a small luggage bag behind his back, and walked out the door first. The branch manager followed closely behind with his few subordinates who remained silent, never relaxing a step.
They didn't walk fast. After walking for about half an hour, they reached a cliff outside the city.
The entire "Supreme Tower" is actually a city built on a high cliff. At that time, Master Imia Lamperus took his disciples to travel across mountains and rivers to open up the kingdom of wizards. In this place, he performed amazing legendary spells, starting from a piece of land. The foundation of the highest tower was built abruptly on the plateau.
Later, the city was built on the high cliff created by Master Lamperus. It almost reached the edge of the high cliff on all sides. There was only some free ground near the only passage in the front.
Looking from here, the scenery in the distance is vivid. When the weather is good, you can see the mountains at your feet. When the weather is bad, you can see the sea of clouds at your feet. This is where the name "Supreme" comes from.
Wood walked to the edge of the cliff, completely ignoring the terrifying situation of falling to pieces if he missed the step, and sat swaggering on the cliff, with his legs directly outside the cliff.
His posture was very dangerous at this moment, and he was afraid that a strong wind would blow him off the cliff.
If it blows down, what will happen
It will probably cause trouble for the body collectors, because it is unlikely that they will find a complete body, and they will need to spend time slowly piecing it together.
Some powerful professionals can mess up the bones of a person and the bones of three dogs, and then distinguish them in a short time, and then piece them together into what they looked like in life. Because the corpse collectors of the Supreme Tower often need to collect corpses that fall from cliffs, many of them have also developed this unique skill.
However, there is no doubt that if you want to hire a master corpse collector who knows this secret skill, the reward cannot be low.
Thinking of this, Wood couldn't help laughing.
"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 manager's face suddenly darkened: "You came all the way back just to treat me to a meal and entertain me for a while?"
"No, no, no, you got it completely wrong." Wood said with a smile, "First of all, I didn't plan to treat you to dinner. I originally wanted to finish it by myself."
"Second, you don't plan on joking. You're really going to jump in later, right?" the supervisor took over.
"... It depends on the outcome of our negotiations," Wood said.
As soon as these words came out, the originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly became heavy.
The manager sighed, walked next to Wood, and sat with his legs out of the cliff like him.
"How many years has it been since we sat and chatted together like this?" he asked, "It's been twenty years, right?"
"Twenty-two years." Wood replied, "Since we teamed up to kill Gray Eagle, you went away to work as a civilian, and I went to the country of thousands of springs to run an intelligence station... From then on, we We never chatted like this again.”
"Yeah... twenty-two years!" The manager sighed deeply, "You still look so young, but I am already old."
"You are almost ten years older than me. The difference between your forties and your fifties is very obvious." Wood said with a smile, "What's more, I am now a high-level ranger, and I am older than you." Slow down. It’s nothing strange now.”
"Sometimes I also think, should we gather our old classmates together and have a party or something."
"It's not easy." Wood shook his head, "I'm afraid not many are still alive."
"It's quite easy." The supervisor said, "Look, there's a party now."
Wood was stunned for a moment and asked, "Are we the only two left?"
"Yes, we are the only ones left." A bitter smile appeared on the manager's face, "We are the only ones left among the 1,096th class of graduates of the elite spy training class."
Wood sighed softly: "It's not surprising, there aren't many people there in the first place."
"So I don't want another one to die." The supervisor said, "Especially, the one who is going to die is our squad leader. The one who was the youngest but the most capable."
Wood was silent for a while and said, "I'm afraid this wish will be difficult to realize."
"It's not that difficult," the supervisor said, "As long as you take a step back."
He pointed to the cliff below him: "The cliff is here. If you don't jump off, you won't die."
Wood smiled, wryly.
"Do you know what I came back to do?" he asked.
The manager shrugged and said nonchalantly: "You and I just came back to quarrel after being wronged. That guy Bei Feng is really shameless. He was so fascinated by you that he even told you the content of the mission."
Wood was silent.
"I know that arranging her to eliminate you is very unethical." The manager said, "But you must also understand that your performance over the years is really worrying."
"Just because you're worried, you want to eliminate me?" Wood asked.
"For someone like you, 'worry' is already a serious situation!"
The manager laughed again as he spoke: "But, forget it, it's all over anyway. When you come back this time, it's just a good time to explain everything clearly. Once you explain it clearly, it will be fine."
He said and stood up: "I'll help you arrange the debriefing meeting. You have to behave better then. Even if the supervisor is willing to help, it will be difficult for those old men!"
He only turned around and took two steps when he heard Wood's faint voice.
"I killed Bei Feng."
The director's footsteps stopped, and his whole person seemed to be petrified, frozen in place, motionless.