Shen Le: The Missed Class Landed on My Head Again?

Shen Le bared his teeth, with all sorts of emotions—"resistance," "fear," "not wanting to go"—flickering across his face like a revolving lantern.

The person in charge watched him cautiously. The emergency dossier they had obtained on Shen Le earlier—his psychological profile and behavioral assessment—kept turning over in his mind. How should I persuade him...?

Judging from past records, Shen Le was an extreme risk-averse type when it came to risk preferences.

Unless absolutely necessary, he never left that mansion of his. And once he did leave, he made his security measures as thorough as they could possibly be.

He practically wished he could wear a level-four helmet, put on level-four body armor, and hide inside a Bulletproof Car, staying inside whenever possible. If he absolutely had to come out, he would definitely bring enough bodyguards with him.

Like that layer of Electric Net?

The Artifact Spirit that had killed Mountain Lord had been highlighted in the dossier. Most of them remembered it vividly!

Before he could finish that train of thought, Shen Le had already composed himself and smiled faintly. The smile bloomed, growing brighter and firmer.

"Then let's make a trip out there. We can't let all that investment go to waste! By the way, can we get a preliminary location fixed at the border?"

To rescue Old You, the Special Affairs Bureau had put in tremendous effort this time. Little Oil Lamp alone had spotted no fewer than twenty or thirty Drones, and there had been at least that many roaring engines outside.

More importantly, in order to be able to use force there, the resources spent on negotiations, pressure, and coordination—

Were probably even greater than the cost of the operation itself!

If they could recoup even a little, they should recoup a little!

The Special Affairs