The flat-headed man, who was getting ready to run, had no intention of explaining to Wang Jing that he was just an elite member of an intelligence division.
As for how a mere elite member like him had a mutated vine typically reserved for high-ranking cadres of the Canglan Society, it was a gift from a close friend—one with whom he shared a bond forged in life and death—who had just been promoted…
"Since you already know this is a mutated vine developed by our Canglan Society, I don't need to explain any further.
You'd better deal with it fast. You know what'll happen if you don't… I'm outta here. Good luck." The flat-headed man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shot Wang Jing a smug grin, and then turned to flee.
Wang Jing watched the flat-headed man escape but didn't give chase. Just as he'd said, dealing with the relentlessly growing mutated vine was far more important than pursuing him.
