In intelligence work, the most important aspect is information gathering. If you’re caught, it might not be very dangerous; you can make a deal or be bribed, as long as you have enough value.
Those without value might go to prison, but are rarely killed—this is an unspoken rule, because both sides have intelligence personnel.
Today you can kill my people, tomorrow I can kill yours. Doing so is a bit too bloody.
For intelligence agents, killing is a asure only taken when absolutely necessary.
This is why when Zhang Caixin killed soone in Australia, the overseas departnt was displeased.
The man surnad Xu understood why the Wanderer’s Association used the Barrett. According to intelligence, Feng Jun had gone to Ni Hong and killed several mbers of the Wanderer’s Association, which was indeed a bit excessive.
Killing them would be one thing, but to actually go to their territory—it’s a completely different concept to kill outside Ni Hong than to kill in another’s ho; no one could tolerate that.
Feng Jun looked at him with a strange expression, "Your perspective is really skewed. Over there in Ni Hong, let’s not talk about whether I did it or not; let just ask, was anyone shot dead?"
The man surnad Xu was speechless. He had heard that those considered to have been killed by Feng Jun all died of various accidents. For him, dying from paranormal events was more tragic than any other fate.
But now, hearing Feng Jun say this, he realized that those accidental deaths, while they seed terrifying, were actually saving face for the other side.
Bringing a Barrett into Huaxia and firing it—this was sothing Huaxia citizens could never tolerate.
So he nodded and spoke apologetically, "I didn’t think it through. Mountain Master Feng, you’re right; this is our disgrace."
With those words, Feng Jun lost his temper. He was a stickler for detail, but if the other party was willing to admit their mistakes, he wouldn’t cling to it—after all, it wasn’t a big deal.
So he nodded, "Actually, I do have a legitimate point, but I’m also too lazy to argue it. Do you have anything else?"
Of course, the man surnad Xu had more to ask. He wanted to know what happened to that assassin in the end and whether Feng Jun could share the information he obtained, as that incident was indeed rather serious.
Regarding the assassin, Feng Jun was open to discussion. He directly stated that the person had been turned into an idiot—don’t bla for being harsh; that guy had poison hidden in his teeth and a remote-controlled bomb in his stomach. If I acted any slower, it would have been too late.
As for the intelligence gathered, he straightforwardly said he couldn’t share it—I still plan to take revenge on those people. If you had the information, wouldn’t I be restrained when seeking revenge?
When the man surnad Xu heard there was a remote-controlled bomb in the assassin’s stomach, he was montarily stunned. Upon hearing Feng Jun refuse to share the information, he could only shake his head with a wry smile—co on, as long as I know the words "Wanderer’s Association," there’s no information I can’t find out.
The only reason I asked you was to save ti and costs, but you... haha.
If you really wanted to pin charges, Feng Jun’s actions could already be seen as "failing to fulfill his civic duties," but did the man surnad Xu have the guts to accuse him?
After so thought, he delicately made a request, "Master Feng, could you hand over the assassin you caught to us?"
"You want him?" Feng Jun blinked, "He’s already an idiot, and you still want him?"
In truth, he was a bit reluctant to hand over the person because he wasn’t a dical expert and didn’t understand the pathological manifestations of the idiocy caused by the Soul Searching Technique. If the authorities analyzed sothing, it wouldn’t be good.
"Even an idiot is okay," Lao Xu responded indifferently, "His clothing, accessories, even his hairstyle can provide us with a lot of information; in this aspect, we are the professionals."
Feng Jun did trust this statent. Although he claid to be a master of deduction, he wasn’t arrogant. In terms of detailed analysis and reasoning, he didn’t think he could match the professionals.
As for the possible discovery of the pathological reactions from the Soul Search, he cared a bit but wasn’t overly concerned. As he grew stronger, he was willing to moderately share so cultivator secrets so that the nation could beco stronger.
So he nodded, "Alright, find a sealed room... that guy might explode."
Hearing this answer, Lao Xu hesitated, "It’s just a remote-controlled explosive, no other detonation chanism, right?"
"Probably not," Feng Jun shook his head, not offended by the question—after all, Lao Xu was concerned about his people’s safety. "Anyway, nothing happened during my probing."
Lao Xu hesitated even more. After thinking for a while, he said, "How about you just kill that guy? Finding a shielded room is a hassle. Just say you disposed of the body."
Feng Jun looked at him with a mix of amusent and annoyance, "Are you sure... that’s an appropriate thing to say?"
"It’s mainly the budget constraints," Lao Xu said with a straight face, "By the way, can I have the Barrett?"
You can tell he’s soone capable of conversing with Feng Jun, only casually ntioning the Barrett at the end.
"No problem with that," Feng Jun replied seriously, "Let hint at this... it was delivered internationally by the Mai Nation people, brought in by the Ni Hong people, and this transport route needs investigating."
Lao Xu blinked in surprise and asked, "You were able to get that information?"
As a seasoned professional, he was very concerned with the completeness of the confession, but such completeness would require a lot of ti to achieve. Feng Jun hadn’t interrogated the guy for long, and yet he got all that information?
"I just got a general idea," Feng Jun explained vaguely. "My interrogation thod has big side effects, so he turned into an idiot."
As he spoke, he cast a glance at Tang Wangsun, thinking to himself, Old Tang, you’re not bad, you didn’t reveal the Soul Searching Technique.
"An interrogation thod with big side effects?" Lao Xu was intrigued again; if they could get that assassin, it might reveal more.
However, he quickly made up his mind, "When can you give the Barrett...?"
Feng Jun pulled out a pair of gloves and put them on. With a flick of his wrist, a large gun with a stand appeared in his hand. With another flick, a long, slender wooden box appeared in his hand.
"The box isn’t the original one; make do with this," Feng Jun said as he opened the box and placed the Barrett inside. "You can take it now."
Lao Xu stood there frozen for a good half a minute—my gosh, while others might conjure a snake out of thin air, you conjure a gun?
He had heard many magical tales about Feng Jun, and before coming to Maoshan, he had cramd up on them, but he still held so skepticism, considering there were many charlatans these days, even so prominent figures had been tricked.
But seeing this with his own eyes, he couldn’t help but silently marvel: even if this was a magic trick, making unable to spot any flaws is really sothing.
In reality, he didn’t believe it was magic. Although the training ground was an isolated building, located far from villages and shops, the high-power generator inside wasn’t fake. Not only was the courtyard brightly lit, but several high-power searchlights were scanning the surroundings.
Under such lighting, he was sure he wasn’t seeing things.
So he bent over and picked up the wooden box. "Alright, thanks a lot. Rember to deal with that guy; it’d be easier for everyone."
"Dealing with him is a must," Feng Jun replied with a smile, "but maybe not imdiately. I might dump his body in Ni Hong."
My gosh, Lao Xu couldn’t help but grin, "You’re really ruthless. Alright, then I didn’t hear that."
But as he turned to leave, another thought ca to him, "Tang Wenji becoming an Innate Expert, does that an... she’ll be able to fly now?"
Feng Jun, very quick to pick up on the key point, nodded, "That’s right, she can fly. But after becoming an Innate Expert, she’s no longer affiliated with Maoshan; she’ll be part of Luohua... Tang Tianshi, isn’t that correct?"
Tang Wangsun was an astute old hand. He hesitated for a mont, then spoke with a bitter expression.
"Master Feng, isn’t this a bit out of line? Maoshan is on the brink of a revival, and you’re taking my daughter away. I don’t care much about that, but you’ve taken a rare Innate Martial Cultivator, the first in five hundred years for Maoshan. How am I to face the ancestors of Maoshan?"
By the end of his words, he was no longer just pained but utterly devastated.
If he hadn’t secretly winked at Feng Jun, Feng Jun would have believed his grievance.
But that wink indicated that Tang Tianshi was expressing: take Wenji away, Maoshan’s temple is too small. If she stays, who knows when she might be summoned.
Tang Wangsun definitely wasn’t willing to make this decision, but Lao Xu’s words made it clear: he had set his sights on Tang Wenji, and while Maoshan appeared busy and prosperous, it truly couldn’t refuse certain demands.
But Luohua was different. It was a hardcore force, though less renowned than Maoshan, in the Daoist sect circles, ten Maoshans couldn’t match half of Luohua.
If Tang Wenji wished not to be endlessly summoned, affiliating herself with Luohua was the right path.
Tang Wangsun very much hoped for his daughter to stay at Maoshan, to help strengthen it, a goal he had worked his whole life for. But his daughter’s future was important too—if constantly summoned, would she have ti for cultivation?
Expecting Tang Wenji to be exempt from summons? Please, that’s wishful thinking. How could Guojia let go of soone capable of physical flight?
Actually, before Little Celestial Master went into seclusion, she discussed this with her father—once I beco an Innate Expert, I will be with Luohua. If Maoshan needs , I won’t ignore it, but I won’t always be on standby.
At that ti, Tang Tianshi was quite upset. With his experienced eye, he knew what had happened between his daughter and Feng Jun: you took my daughter’s Red Pill, and now you want to take her away?
However, he also knew his daughter got the chance for Innate breakthrough mainly because of Luohua’s efforts—how many years had it been since Maoshan produced an Innate?
So he planned to have a proper discussion with Luohua after the breakthrough.
Now, however, he was actually sowhat relieved: thankfully Luohua was stepping in, helping withstand such pressure.
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