It's a Puppet-Number One Has Fallen

When the half-bald middle-aged man appeared, every Secret Bureau agent present, including Feng Shuang, became docile and dared not make any sudden moves.

They all called out to the middle-aged man:

"Chief!"

"Director Long, these two evil Taoists attacked us."

"They don't look like good people!"

"Right. Anyone who can plant a Black Lotus Curse Mark can't be a good person, can they?"

"..."

The Secret Bureau agents all began speaking up. The older ones were relatively composed.

But the younger ones were especially agitated.

After all, they worked for the government. Every one of them was an expert among the younger generation, with connections and strength.

Now they had been beaten by my master and me—unknown nobodies who were very likely evil Taoists. Naturally, these young people were unwilling to accept it.

The atmosphere was extremely tense...

But before the half-bald middle-aged man could speak, Pan Ling, who stood behind us, spoke in a trembling voice:

"Gr-Green Eyes. He's... he's Green Eyes!"

As soon as she said this, the expressions of everyone on our side changed drastically.

We immediately turned to look at Pan Ling behind us.

Pan Ling simply raised her hand and pointed at the half-bald middle-aged man across from us.

That was the chief of the Secret Bureau, a true big shot...

In that instant, all of us could not help but draw a sharp breath. We were utterly shocked.

Daoist Qingshan, who had remained silent all this time, darkened his expression.

"Little Pan, are you sure?"

Pan Ling nodded repeatedly.

"I'm sure. Absolutely sure.

They're the same eyes as that Green Eyes we saw on Taihe Mountain."

Hearing that, all our hearts rose into our throats.

Heavens!

Secret Bureau Number One was actually a lackey of the Nine Corpse Tower?

This was drastically different from