At the table in the convenience store, Bu Bugao was browsing posts on the Administration Bureau's internal network.
It wasn't only domestic agents. In various parts of the world, the Administration Bureau had secretly infiltrated agents as well... Espionage had always existed, from simple business dealings to cutting-edge technology and even the underground worlds between nations.
For now, however, everything remained peaceful.
But ever since the Mount Tai incident, undercurrents seemed to be stirring. Some legends that the world had gradually forgotten appeared to be making frequent moves again. Even a rookie like Bu Bugao could sense a trace of unease.
"An incarnated Spirit Child of Nepalese Tantric Buddhism may have been born... What the hell?"
Bu Bugao shook his head and didn't pay much attention to what was happening in another country beneath the same starry sky—for the microwave had just beeped, meaning the prepared food he had ordered was done heating.
"Time to eat!"
Carrying the steaming late-night meal, Bu Bugao returned to the place where he was watching Zhao Le—the rooftop of the building across from them.
Wang Hu was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed... He was only missing one arm, but that still made the meditation posture look rather strange.
"Eat up. Shredded pork with green peppers..." Bu Bugao placed the food on the concrete floor in front of Wang Hu.
Wang Hu reached out and somewhat awkwardly began peeling back the foil lid on the meal box. Bu Bugao blinked, then shook his head. "Next time, we should buy pork chop buns instead..."
As he spoke, Bu Bugao opened the container for Wang Hu, then picked it up himself, scooped up a spoonful, and held it out to Wang Hu.
Wang Hu stared at him in astonishment.
Bu Bugao urged him, "Eat! Why are