Jiang Yan Hai turned to face the middle-aged man and asked curiously, "Why didn't you move just now? There should have been a pistol hidden near your helm, right?"
The middle-aged man replied calmly, "Nothing much. The moment you chose to act, I knew they were doomed to lose. I've lived here for more than twenty years. I know all too well that if you dared to make a move after getting this far, it meant you had absolute confidence."
Silver Fox said nothing. He himself worked in this field, yet his own eyes had been clouded. Or rather, precisely because he had spent so long embedded in the intelligence world, he believed they were completely safe and that every possible factor had already been considered.
By all rights, they should have been flawless.
Yet now, he suddenly felt that he understood and had considered less than this middle-aged man who had spent his life in a fishing village.
"Fine. But how many years you'll be sentenced to isn't up to me." Jiang Yan Hai spoke flatly. Although this middle-aged man seemed to have changed his stance, he had not turned himself in. At most, his lack of resistance could barely count as a minor mitigating contribution.
No matter what, though, he was looking at at least ten years in prison.
"I know. But I have one request for the government. I can guarantee that our two children know nothing about this. Please don't make things difficult for them," the middle-aged man said seriously.
"We'll investigate that, so don't worry. This is a new society; children won't be implicated by their parents. But you should understand that children of people like you can easily draw the attention of hostile intelligence agencies. And with you going to prison, they'll become prime