Spies Only Need to Gather Intelligence, but I Have Much More to Consider

Before long, Xuan Zi arrived in front of the Xuan Tian Inn.

In fact, the inn had originally belonged to the Tang Sect. During the war more than four thousand years ago, in order to gather as much intelligence as possible and aid the war effort, the Tang Sect had dispatched a group of people to Mingdu to open this inn.

As the Tang Sect gradually sank beneath the tidal wave stirred up by Soul Tools, the inn closed down several times afterward. After many twists and turns, it ultimately ended up in Shrek Academy's hands and became a contact point for Shrek spies.

Xuan Zi lifted the curtain, and a clamor poured into his ears.

Though it was clearly deep in the night, a group of red-faced men were drinking before him, with several drunkards even sprawled crookedly across the floor.

He was not surprised by this at all. Instead, he found it perfectly normal.

No matter what, the Xuan Tian Inn was an old establishment. Its brewing techniques were quite excellent, and its business was usually very good.

He strode to the counter, found a waiter dressed in gray, and said in a low voice, "I need to see the owner of the Xuan Tian Inn. Go tell him now that an old acquaintance wishes to see him."

Although the Xuan Tian Inn was a contact point, in order to ensure its safety and normal operation, only the owner was a Shrek spy. The other waiters were all ordinary Sun Moon People.

The waiter stared in astonishment at this strange man clad in a black robe with his face hidden beneath a hood. He was somewhat at a loss, but judging by the man's tone, he did not dare neglect him.

After all, as a waiter at the