The words "Director of the Military Intelligence Bureau" seemed to carry a strange, almost magical weight for the spies.
From the moment they joined the spy agency, their instructors and superiors had drilled into them one mission above all others: find the Director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, capture the Director of the Military Intelligence Bureau.
So when Chen Ji uttered those words, the dark alleyway suddenly echoed with the sound of several black-clad spies instinctively drawing their blades.
Under the cover of night, dozens of eyes turned toward Xi Feng.
Xi Feng stood by the gray-tiled white wall, visibly nervous under their gazes.
He turned to Jin Zhu, his voice trembling, "Sir, how am I the Director of the Military Intelligence Bureau? I’m not any kind of director!"
Jin Zhu was momentarily stunned, but then he realized what Chen Ji was planning.
He chuckled and patted Xi Feng on the shoulder, "If I say you are, then you are."
Xi Feng grew even more panicked, "You’re not planning to kill me and claim credit by turning me in as the Director, are you?"
Jin Zhu’s face darkened.