Dozens of meters underground, the head of the intelligence department for this Canglan Society branch stood before his superior's desk, delivering a detailed report on the intelligence he had just received.
"Steward Zhang, that's the full story of how the rescue mission failed. It wasn't the Superpower Administration Bureau's Investigators who stopped us. A man named Lin Li meddled and ruined the whole thing."
Steward Zhang, the highest-ranking person in this Canglan Society branch deep in the wilderness, was a middle-aged man of about forty.
The hair at his temples was slightly graying. He had thick, neat black eyebrows and a pair of sharp, piercing eyes.
If not for a scarred, hooked nose that disrupted the harmony of his features, he would have been quite the handsome middle-aged man.
After listening to his subordinate's report, Steward Zhang's right index finger, which was resting on the solid wood desk, began to tap lightly on the surface, producing a very rhythmic sound.
