Chapter 536

The moment Wood saw the "Robe of Law" blocking his path, he knew that his risky return had ended in failure.

But he was unwilling to accept it.

As an ace spy, he had encountered dangers beyond counting throughout his life. A situation like this was still far, far from deserving the word "despair."

Sure enough, before long, a turning point arrived.

For some reason, the intelligence director had come as well.

And the bastard had actually swaggered to within twenty paces of Wood.

To Wood, that distance was practically within arm's reach!

As a high-ranking ranger, he excelled most at ambushes from mid-range. At this distance, he needed at most two steps to reach the other man. And with the strides he took while sprinting, he could cover two or three steps before an ordinary person even had time to blink once.

How long did a blink take?

Very few people had ever calculated it, because it was too brief.

Wood had thought so too in the past, but this time, he felt that it was still a little too long.

It would be better if it were even shorter!

In the time it took to speak, he had already rushed before the intelligence director, his sword drawn from his waist.

Of course, he had not rushed over to exchange pleasantries, nor did he intend to negotiate anything. He planned to do only one thing.

Kill.

His personal grudge was only a secondary reason for wanting to kill the intelligence director. The main reason was that he believed this man could not be allowed to remain alive.

Someone who could frame the Federation's ace spy over a bit of jealousy—no matter how high his status, such a person was only fit for some idle post, not for directing a