A few minutes later, in the corridor outside Lost Paradise's intelligence agency, Xu Nan sat alone, carefully studying the weighty reports in his hands without blinking.
Several passing staff members hurried by.
After reading for a long while, Xu Nan sighed and chose to stuff the intelligence into his mouth, chewing and digesting it quickly...
"Forget it. Don't make things hard for yourself by reading all this dense descriptive text. It feels much better to eat it all at once!"
Xu Nan consoled himself this way.
Gluttonous Nature still needed some time to digest, so Xu Nan could only pretend to be deep in thought.
Well, he really was thinking—thinking about what to eat for dinner.
As Lost Paradise's intelligence agency, MI7 had informants spread throughout the entire multiverse. They could dig up quite a bit of intelligence even on the Celestial God Kingdom. Serious intelligence might not leak easily, but if it was gossip, they could always uncover heaps of it.
By contrast, intelligence on the Prime Material Plane was relatively scarce. After all, a large part of Lost Paradise's intelligence network was built upon warlocks who specialized in divination spells.
As for unknown information about the Prime Material Plane, even those powerful warlocks with Ron Bloodline did not dare make predictions lightly. The Prime Material Plane was where Pro World hid the most terrifying figures. It was even more frightening than the Celestial God Kingdom or the Abyssal Hells.
Who knew whether some old man spending all day brewing tea and hoeing fields was actually a retired legend...
If he glared at you afterward, you would be in for a world of hurt.
After all, the consequences of failed divination spells were often severe. This was especially true for mages. Warlocks had it a little better, since they