"Sir... I didn't want this either. Evil Dragon doesn't actually suspect me. He just thinks my ideas are too naive."
"To lead Messiah astray, I've always pushed for gathering evidence, stirring up public opinion, and exposing the Illuminati. But Evil Dragon can see right through that. Of course he knows my approach achieves nothing. Worse, it puts Messiah in danger for no reason."
"Evil Dragon thinks Sophia and the others draw too much attention, and that staying with us isn't safe. He doesn't directly suspect me of being a mole."
As Nuoqila spoke, he kept watching Huang Ji's expression.
Huang Ji carried himself with an air of absolute confidence that put Nuoqila under immense pressure.
Under Huang Ji's undisguised, indifferent gaze, Nuoqila felt half-stripped bare.
Huang Ji said calmly, "I've earned the trust of everyone in Messiah. I took out Lakur and wiped out the Black Gun Mercenary Group. Sophia and the others trust me completely."
"Evil Dragon has decided to show himself. He's arranged a boat for Sophia and the others to leave London, and he'll arrive at Teddington Port around two o'clock. The rest have already boarded."
"I met you alone here to give you advance notice so you can cooperate with my operation."
Nuoqila nodded repeatedly to show he understood.
Ruthless. To get inside Messiah, he killed one of our own undercover agents—and personally wiped out so many of our people.
Poor Lakur. Poor Black Gun Mercenary Group. The higher-ups threw them away as cannon fodder.
Nuoqila felt a pang of dread at how easily they had been discarded, but then he took comfort in his own relatively high rank and considerable contributions to the Illuminati. As its most important mole inside Messiah, he had even become its leader. Surely the higher-ups would never discard him.
And