Yu Ziqing had never imagined that he would actually run into the person who had hired an assassin here.
He roughly reconstructed what had happened. Number Two had learned that Su Li was about to return and report, and had a definite trail to follow. With time running short, and perhaps unable to contact Number Seven at the time, he had left a message.
It was obvious that their important intelligence deals were usually conducted face-to-face.
As for Number Seven, killing Su Li truly would not have been difficult. Under normal circumstances, for the former Number Seven, it would have been a trivial matter done with a flick of the hand.
In exchange for a piece of information, Number Seven could not possibly have refused.
That Number Two had probably never imagined Number Seven would fail.
But Number Seven really had failed later, and this fellow had come to bump the post, overwriting all the content above it.
Moreover, this fellow probably did not know that the wall could actually display the overwritten content. It merely looked like a white wall; it was not truly a white wall.
Yu Ziqing reached out and touched the white wall, casually sliding up, down, left, and right. Once he abandoned the idea of displaying the previous page's content, the white wall indeed stopped moving completely.
Yu Ziqing did not know whether he should laugh or feel speechless. He had actually discovered this clue because those people had not figured out how to use the place properly.
He slid across the white wall again and continued displaying Number Seven's private messages. The messages other people had left for this fellow were truly numerous, and everyone wanted different information.
Moreover, many times, those people only wanted information without offering any intelligence in return.
Perhaps they