When a secret you had kept for years was suddenly spoken aloud by someone else, it was hard to hide the shock in your heart. If its exposure could cost you your life, it was even harder to conceal your fear.
If someone one day stood before Jiang Yan Hai and started talking about his Red Star Engine, Jiang Yan Hai probably would not have been able to remain calm either.
Jacques Fraser truly felt his entire body trembling, because no one knew this secret—not his wife, his children, or any of his relatives and friends. He had never told anyone.
Yet it had been exposed outright by someone who was supposedly their enemy. How could Jacques Fraser not be afraid? To him, this was truly terrible news.
It meant Han Xiao knew his identity. More importantly, he could not let the CIA know about that identity. What did that mean? Even an idiot could understand. He would probably be under someone else's thumb from now on.
And he had no way of escaping this situation. In the world he was involved in, there was no room for reason, and there would often be no court for him to argue his case.
"Is that all right?" Jiang Yan Hai continued asking with a smile, his tone gentle.
"Y-yes." Could Jacques Fraser have given any other answer?
"Good. See? Isn't this exchange going quite pleasantly?" Jiang Yan Hai even put away the pistol in his hand.
Jacques Fraser was practically about to cry. That was nonsense. If I didn't want a pleasant exchange, would you allow it?
"What intelligence do you want?" he asked quietly.
"Very simple. The Sha Chen Organization has recently wanted to ship a batch of supplies to Africa. The CIA is probably watching them, but it may