Chapter 5118 — A Request to Speak
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Dafeng-ge nodded again and again in assent, but inwardly Wei Zhao was growing suspicious. Since when had the Center produced early-Foundation-stage experts? If this were someone from the Primordial Alliance, that would be no surprise at all—but this was an undercover agent sent out half a year ago. Given the spiritual-energy conditions of the secular world, how could an early-Foundation-stage expert possibly arise?
"Leader Wei Zhao, do you think I should use this opportunity to test the Center's headquarters' reaction?" Dafeng-ge said suddenly, a thought striking him.
Wei Zhao's eyes lit up at that. It really was an opportunity! But then he shook his head. "This Mute was an undercover agent sent by the Center's headquarters. In theory, you aren't supposed to know his identity. How would you report it to the Center's headquarters? Bringing it up out of the blue would be meaningless, and would only needlessly increase your danger. Once the Center's headquarters' suspicions of you deepen, your position will become quite bad."
Since the Center's headquarters had the ability to send an early-Foundation-stage expert to infiltrate and spy, then taking Dafeng-ge's life would be easier still—if only they made up their minds to do it.
"Yes, yes, I know it's risky, but this really is a rare opportunity. Don't you think so, Leader?" Dafeng-ge was still thrilled by his own stroke of inspiration.
"All right, it really is a rare opportunity. So how do you plan to put it? You can't very well say you happened to discover Mute's identity, and then happened to kill him, can you?" Wei Zhao looked at him.
"Of course not. Leader, didn't you just mention that Primordial Alliance? I'll just pin the whole blame on the Primordial Alliance. And counting the days, it's about time for the routine report anyway—mentioning this in passing shouldn't seem too abrupt, should it?" Dafeng-ge chuckled confidently.
"That's true enough, but if you're really going to do this, then the wording has to be carefully designed. It needn't be seamless, but at the very least no one should be able to hear a flaw in it." Wei Zhao pondered for a moment, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curved into a faint arc. "I do have a rather good idea."
Half an hour later, Dafeng-ge brought Wei Zhao to his private office. Inside there was nothing but a desk and a computer; nothing else.
Dafeng-ge gave Wei Zhao a look, then turned on the computer. On the desktop there was only one program: Request to Speak.
This was Dafeng-ge's only privilege. Each month he could request a call to report to the Center's headquarters. Of course, the decision was not his to make; whether he got the chance at all depended on the will of those above.
Ten minutes later, the computer screen suddenly changed, turning into a pitch-black silhouette, and a somewhat hoarse, middle-aged male voice came from within: "There are still two days until the routine report. Why have you requested to speak early this time?" (To be continued~^~)