Old Jiang, On Behalf of the People, I Beg You for a Talisman!

Time flew by, and before they knew it, more than fifty years had passed.

At that moment, on a sparsely populated mountain somewhere on the continent, stood a rather nice villa.

Inside the villa, a figure was tending to the flowers and plants before him.

Just then, another figure walked in.

"Hahaha... Old Jiang, Old Li has come to see you!"

Before the man arrived, his voice came first. Soon after, an elderly man with a full head of white hair but a vigorous voice appeared.

Jiang Zhen merely glanced at him indifferently without saying anything, continuing to water the flowers in front of him.

Seeing this, the old man did not mind Jiang Zhen's attitude. Instead, he laughed and said,

"Hahaha, tell me, Old Jiang, why are you still fussing over these flowers?

Why don't you go out for a walk? You have no idea how much the country has changed.

It has truly entered the peaceful era we once hoped for.

And over these years, our technology has advanced by leaps and bounds. So many places have changed so much that even this old man barely recognizes them."

Jiang Zhen sighed upon hearing that, then slowly said,

"That is only natural. When a nation gives its all, it can obtain many things.

But why have you come all the way here? Don't tell me Bureau 749 has run into another problem you cannot handle yourselves.

I am telling you, I reckon my time is about up. It is time for me to leave, so whatever it is, handle it yourself!"

Old Li shook his head and said,

"Old Jiang, we have been friends for fifty or sixty years. Think about it—how many times has Old Li ever troubled you?

Besides, I came here not only to see you,