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

About five minutes later, the subordinates reported Wood's current location.

"So it's there..." The deputy nodded thoughtfully, tidied up, and took a few people out and went straight to the small restaurant.

About ten minutes later, he came to the door of the restaurant.

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

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

Wood occupied a table alone, and the table was full of various southern specialties. Ordinary people may not be able to eat so much when they get together with three or five friends.

He brought a few people in, and Wood naturally saw it at a glance. But Wood didn't react at all, and he was still eating and drinking.

Judging from the cups, bowls, plates and dishes on his table, he might really be able to finish all the dishes by himself.

The supervisor did not say anything, but walked straight to Wood and sat down opposite him.

"There are too many dishes on this table. It would be a bit wasteful if I eat alone." He said.

"No waste, I can finish it." Wood replied.

"Do you mind if I share some?" he asked.

"No, please."

So he asked the waiter for a set of tableware and started eating.

There is no doubt that although this supervisor also has good strength, he is definitely not as good as Wood. The same is true for his appetite - most powerful warriors have amazing appetites, with few exceptions.

After about half an hour, Wood finally had enough food and wine, and looked at the almost empty plates and bowls in front of him, and couldn't help laughing.

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

The supervisor sitting opposite him had already eaten his fill and put down his tableware 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 and shook his head with a smile.

"I'm a little full after eating, how about walking with me?"

"No problem."

So the two of them got up, Wood called the waiter, paid the bill, used a long sword with a sheath as a stick, carried a small bag on his back, and went out first. The person in charge followed closely with the subordinates who had remained silent all the time, not relaxing a step.

They walked slowly, and after about half an hour, they reached a cliff outside the city.

The entire "Supreme Tower" is actually a city built on a high cliff. Back then, Master Imia Lamperus brought his disciples to this place to open up the country of wizards, and cast amazing legendary spells in this place, rising from a plateau and building the foundation of the Supreme Tower.

Later, the city was built on the high cliff created by Master Lamperus. The four sides were almost close to the edge of the cliff. There was only some vacant ground near the only passage in front.

Looking out 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. The name "Supreme" came from this.

Wood walked to the edge of the cliff, completely ignoring the terrifying environment that he would fall to pieces if he took a step without falling. He sat on the cliff with his legs directly outside the cliff.

At this moment, his posture was very dangerous. He was afraid that as long as there was a gust of wind, he would be blown off the cliff.

What would happen if he was blown off?

It would probably cause trouble for the corpse collectors, because it was unlikely to find a complete corpse, and they would need to spend some time to slowly piece it together.

Some powerful professionals could mix the bones of a person and three dogs together, and then distinguish them in a short time, and then piece them together into their appearance before death. The corpse collectors of the Supreme Tower often need to collect corpses that fall from the cliff, so many of them have mastered this unique skill.

However, there is no doubt that the reward for hiring a master corpse collector who knows this unique skill cannot be low.

Thinking of this, Wood couldn't help laughing.

"How much is your salary now?" he asked, "If I jump from here, is your monthly salary enough to hire someone to piece me together?"

The face of the person in charge suddenly darkened: "You came back from thousands of mountains and rivers just to treat me to a meal and then make fun of me a few words?"

"No, no, no, you completely misunderstood." Wood smiled and said, "First, I didn't plan to treat you to a meal. I originally wanted to finish it by myself."

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

"... It depends on the result of our negotiation." Wood said.

As soon as these words came out, the originally relaxed atmosphere became heavy in an instant.

The supervisor sighed, walked over to Wood's side, and sat with his legs extended out over the cliff like him.

"How many years have we not sat together and chatted like this?" he asked. "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... Since then, we We never talked 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 graduates of the 1,096th class 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.