Chapter 284 Bring Her Back

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Westward declines the sun.

The sun shone with hope, and the light on the ground gradually dimmed. Night slowly descended.

The hot weather in Africa is beginning to change, and even a cool breeze at night can be exceptionally cool on a land that is dried up by the blazing sun.

Flowers are blooming in the small garden in front of the villa.

A skinny old man with an old body that seemed to be unable to open his eyes stooped down and was holding a kettle to water the African flowers in front of him.

Not far away from the old man was a rocking chair. On the rocking chair, an old-fashioned tape recorder that could almost be called an antique was playing the classic Peking Opera song "Dingjun Mountain". The old man watered the flowers while snorting along with it, giving him a sense of contentment.

A tall, sturdy, The middle-aged man, whose entire body was filled with a sense of strength, stood not far from the old man. His expression was anxious. During the process of watering the old man's flowers, he hesitated for a few times, but in the end, he did not disturb the old man's interest. As time passed, his anxious expression gradually disappeared. He stared straight at the old man's kettle. A clear stream of water slowly flowed down the kettle's mouth. The middle-aged man's eyes gradually became dull.

"What do you want for dinner?"

After an unknown amount of time, the old man watered the small garden in front of him again and again. Finally, he put down the kettle and asked indifferently.

"Your favorite braised pork and eggplant."

The middle-aged man bent down slightly and said respectfully. As he spoke, he waved his hand towards the study.

A few handmaidens in their twenties immediately brought out the dishes and placed them on the stone table in the courtyard.

The two dishes the middle-aged man was talking about were really two dishes. There was also a large pot of seaweed egg flower soup. Apart from that, the most stunning thing was the pot of rice, which weighed at least two kilograms. Not to mention an old man, even an adult strong man would not be able to eat this massive amount of food.

The old man handed the kettle to the middle-aged man casually. He slowly walked to the stone table, sat down on the stone pier, and filled himself with a large bowl of rice.

The old man looked at least eighty or ninety years old. He was old and weak. Most of his body was buried in the ground. He looked so old that he could close his eyes completely at any time. However, the speed of his meal made people dumbfounded.

That was simply not a speed that could be described as wolfing down a mouthful of food.

Two bowls of rice were wiped out like a tornado. The two plates of roasted pork and eggplant in front of him also went down by half. The old man gave himself another bowl of rice, picked up a spoon and drank a few mouthfuls of soup. The speed of eating finally slowed down.

He raised his eyes to look at the middle-aged man who had appeared in front of him again with a bitter expression. His tone was so calm that not a single ripple could be seen. He whispered, "What is it? Why is it so urgent?"

"Master, we just received news that the Emperor and War God Wang Lin Xuanyuan left the United States and returned to the Royal Family headquarters about half a month ago."

The middle-aged man's expression was respectful, but his tone was filled with helplessness.

Even though this was the capital of a small country in remote Africa, where war and chaos were raging, and a political change had just taken place, it was only half a month before they received news from the United States. This was enough to show that their intelligence system was seriously lagging behind.

This was the difference between a super power and a small power.

In a single phone call, news can spread across modern societies around the globe in an instant, the construction of intelligence networks for super powers, From headquarters to the lowest echelons of the intelligence community, A little exaggerated, dozens of levels apart, Every piece of information was passed up layer upon layer. If the information had sufficient value, it would take dozens or hundreds of layers to reach the headquarters. However, in the super powers, ordinary information would be sent out within a few hours. The information that needed to be passed through passwords and codes would usually not exceed twelve to twenty-four hours.

Compared to an'intelligence organization 'like them that only received news after half a month, this was the speed of two generations.

But this was the limit of what a middle-aged man could do, After his master had escaped the world for many years, all of his ambitions seemed to have been restrained. The intelligence agency he had instructed the middle-aged man to control did not require him to be very quick and sensitive. As long as he could grasp the latest developments in the Dark World, it would be enough. Even if time was slower and the news was a little late, it would be fine.

Most importantly, the middle-aged man had limited resources.

What was most needed was money.

Their wealth was already unbelievably rich in the eyes of ordinary people, But even if you put all your money on the line, Nor can they set up an elite intelligence organization that spreads all over the world, To infiltrate and ambush enough chess pieces in every field, every country must have their own supporters, so that they can quickly transmit information and verify the authenticity of the information, and establish a perfect messaging system and reverse osmosis system. All of this requires a massive amount of wealth, as well as a massive amount of time.

This was something that the middle-aged man could not bring out.

To be able to set up this intelligence agency to such a scale was already enough for him to possess outstanding capabilities.

"They're back?"

The old man paused for a moment, then picked up a large piece of roasted meat and put it into his mouth. He ate a large mouthful of rice and slowly narrowed his eyes. "How long has Qing Huan been away?"

"Twenty-seven days."

The middle-aged man's facial muscles twitched, and his tone was somewhat difficult and dry.

"What news does she have?"

The old man asked.

"In the dark world, the World-shaking Realm replaced the X-class Realm, There were only seven people on the World-shaking List, "The Emperor is number one, War God King Lin Xuanyuan is number two, the Vatican Church's Holy Knights Leader is number three, Lin Xiaocao is number four, India's Seal Hand Bodhisattva is number six, and the last one is a mysterious figure who has just joined the U.S. Secret Service. His code name is Red Robe. Among the seven World-shaking Sovereigns, the Young Lord is number five."

The middle-aged man tried his best to reveal the information he had gathered. "However, we have lost contact with the Young Master. So far, it is the eighteenth day. The Young Master is a world-shaking news. It is said that she was the first to come from Japan because one of her battle videos was approved. Now, the video has been secretly sealed by the Japanese government."

"Eighteen days ago, the Divine Boat Empire's super agent Lin Xiaocao, the War God King Lin Xuanyuan, killed Kun Gunir in Japan. I reckon that night, the Young Master might have encountered him and had a battle with him. That sealed video should be the scene of the Young Master fighting with Lin Xuanyuan."

"Afterwards, we lost contact with the Young Master, while War God Wang Lin Xuanyuan went to the United States and returned to the imperial family headquarters four days later."

"Right now, it's not just us. Everyone who knows the young master's worth is looking for her. However, the young master is missing. I suspect that the young master, the young master …"

In the middle-aged man's narrative, the old man finished eating the third bowl of rice and filled another bowl for himself before lightly saying, "Do you suspect that Qing Huan was killed by Lin Xuanyuan?"

The middle-aged man's body trembled, and cold sweat quickly flowed out from his forehead.

This was the result he was most afraid of.

No one knew how much the old man in front of them liked Xuanyuan Qinghuan, nor did they know how terrifying the old man was. However, if something happened to Xuanyuan Qinghuan, the old man would undoubtedly take action.

Face to face with the royal family.

This was a horrifying result that made no one sleep.

The old man might be able to hold on, but they would undoubtedly admit to cannon fodder.

"Lin Xuanyuan won't kill her, and he doesn't dare to kill her."

The old man ate silently for a long time before he slowly threw out a sentence.

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't dare to say anything else.

He was not the old man's direct disciple. At most, he was only a nominal disciple. Now, he had established a simple intelligence network for the old man, controlled two mercenary groups and assassination teams, and occasionally conducted a few missions for this small African country. That was all.

Even if his ordinary X-class skill was considered an expert in the presence of a World-shaking Sovereign, in front of the old man, he was as humble as an ant. After following the old man for several decades, he hadn't come into contact with too many secrets.

He only vaguely knew that his master seemed to belong to a mysterious sect with the War God King from the royal family in the north.

This was all he knew.

War God King Lin Xuanyuan wouldn't kill Young Master Xuanyuan because he was from the same sect?

The middle-aged man didn't believe that the other party had such ridiculous kindness.

Moreover, what the master said was that he did not dare to kill.

If Lin Xuanyuan knew how terrifying the old man was, he might have some misgivings. However, the old man had already escaped from the world for many years, and Lin Xuanyuan had only been in the world for less than four years. How could he know about this?

Moreover, even if he knew, he believed that the other party would not be soft-hearted when necessary.

His master was truly terrifying.

However, there was a universally acknowledged emperor standing in the northern royal family!

"Don't worry, Qing Huan will be fine. At the very least, she won't die. At worst, she can only let Lin Xuanyuan control it. She has something that Lin Xuanyuan dreams of. It's related to whether he can continue to live or not. Before he gets that thing, Qing Huan is safe."

The middle-aged man bowed slightly and heaved a sigh of relief.

The old man silently chewed on the rice. After he finished eating two kilograms of rice and two plates of vegetables on the table and a large basin of seaweed soup, he put down his bowls and chopsticks and slowly said, "Help me book a plane ticket to Nine Continents City. I should move now. Even though Qing Huan is not in danger, it is still uncomfortable to be imprisoned. I will go fetch her."

He took out an African cigarette from his pocket and lit it. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the middle-aged man whose expression had changed drastically and said indifferently, "Take care of your home."