Old Guang was a rather unusual figure among the several hundred agents.
Based on his awakened ability to command spirit insects, he clearly belonged to the dark-type control class. He should have been of one mind with Meng Shuanglin and his people.
Yet, for some reason, he had grown close to Tong Jiangnan.
Nobody knew what was really going on between them. All they knew was that Old Guang did whatever Tong Jiangnan told him.
But who could have imagined that New Moon Bay Base, which had seemed so quiet, would suffer such a terrible disaster? Tong Jiangnan had fallen, and even Old Guang had been caught up in it?
Meng Shuanglin and his people couldn't help feeling that it was a great pity.
Tong Jiangnan's death didn't affect them much. If anything, they might even have been secretly pleased.
But if Old Guang had died, that would truly have been a shame.
Though nobody had direct proof that Old Guang was dead, it was clearly unrealistic to expect him to send them any news.
One of Tong Jiangnan's men stammered, "Actually, Old Guang did send us a warning earlier. He said Lord Tong had fallen into a dangerous situation. At the time, we weren't sure whether to believe him. We thought Lord Tong was so powerful that a few minor problems couldn't possibly trap him. Besides, Lord Tong hadn't contacted us personally, so we kept hesitating..."
Meng Shuanglin's expression darkened. "So you're saying you'd already received the news?"
The man stammered, "Old Guang's intelligence was a little unclear at the time. We all thought he might have been exaggerating... We were careless..."
But another of Tong Jiangnan's subordinates immediately refuted him.
"Careless? This wasn't a matter of carelessness at all! When we received Old Guang's message, there was already