Third Bureau of Investigation.
Lu Weifeng sat on a chair in the hallway, pacing back and forth with an anxious look on his face. He smoked one cigarette after another, his eyes bloodshot.
He had received the news in the early hours of the morning, and hadn't slept since.
Regret, worry, fear—countless negative emotions took turns flooding his mind. In just a few short hours, he had already grown noticeably haggard.
Lu Weifeng had been a peripheral member of the Myriad Gods Society for less than a month.
He had always been sociable and silver-tongued, and got along well with everyone. After becoming a martial artist, he had become a regular at the Martial Artist Club.
There, he had made friends with many martial artists and gotten to know several influential figures.
One of them in particular seemed to think highly of him and treated him with exceptional warmth.
During a private meeting, the man invited him to join a martial artists' mutual-aid organization, hinting that there would be enormous benefits.
The man held a high position and carried great trust, and an organization like this seemed harmless. Of course Lu Weifeng didn't refuse. After joining, he found himself getting busier and busier.
Every week, the organization handed out a few tasks, all of them quite simple.
For example, he might gather the latest research results from local biotech companies and laboratories, or search for information about the Space Channels around Hedong City. All of it could be found with a quick online search,
yet the pay was generous. He received at least thirty thousand dollars a week, sometimes as much as fifty thousand, deposited into an anonymous foreign bank account. It was practically free money.
Although he had been vaguely wary that something was off about the organization, greed