Pawa increasingly felt that The Other Side was the Resistance Army.
He also knew that a certain branch of the Resistance Army had been hit hard by a sudden blow these past two days. He had learned a little about the relevant intelligence while preparing to deal with "Little Tang Uncle." Among the officials, such intelligence might have been common knowledge; but in the outskirts, in the "Abandoned Mining Area," it had to be treasured.
He just did not know whether it had been that particular branch.
After all, the Resistance Army was made up of Local Tyrants from all walks of life. It was extremely complicated.
Pawa waited there for a phone call, and waited for over half an hour.
Su Ba Tong was nearly at his limit under Pawa's stare. He took two calls in the meantime, but neither was the one they were waiting for. Pawa had no qualms about displaying his displeasure, his bulging eyes fixed on Su Ba Tong as if considering where to put the knife in.
Finally, the third call came. The moment Su Ba Tong saw the number, he eagerly nodded. Not long after answering, he let out a sigh of relief.
"The Other Side agreed, but he can only guarantee C-Rank authorization. And he wants a higher price, or a certain amount of intelligence in exchange."
"What kind?"
"Internal information on the Intelligence Management Center's 'Regular Inspection.'"
Pawa laughed. "Time to demonstrate your credibility as a broker. You should understand what I can offer."
Su Ba Tong nodded. Hadn't this guy fallen so low precisely because of this?
So he exchanged a few more quiet words with The Other Side, then finally let out a long breath. "Tonight, at my workshop. Is that alright?"
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