Mastering the Wing Blade

Then they boarded a flying car back to the Southern Group. The moment Zhao Jilie stepped inside, he looked toward the rocks by the sea. His son, Zhao Zhen, stood there with his comrade Lin Xiaosu.

From a hundred meters away, Lin Xiaosu saw the legendary private entrepreneur for the first time.

They did not meet face-to-face, but across that hundred-meter gap, their gazes met for the first time.

Zhao Jilie gave him a faint smile and closed the car door.

The flying car tore through the air and departed.

Zhao Zhen turned his gaze from the car to Lin Xiaosu. "Brother, this trip is over, and it went as perfectly as a textbook example. But there's still something I don't understand."

"Go on."

"In that huge crater the Wing Blade made, I followed the lines you wrote and we had a conversation that was obviously out of the ordinary. We let slip the absolute secret that the Wing Blade's control system contains a 'backdoor.' What I don't understand is whether that secret is true or false," Zhao Zhen said.

"We knew surveillance was everywhere in that villa. We scripted that conversation specifically to pass that conclusion to their higher-ups, and you still don't know whether the secret is real?" Lin Xiaosu shot him a sidelong glance.

"By the basic rules of Spy Warfare, not a word you said could possibly be true. And yet... it's the only possibility I can think of." Zhao Zhen scratched his head.

By ordinary reasoning, the claim that the Wing Blade's control system contained a backdoor had to be false. Otherwise, why on earth would the two of them discuss it inside the enemy's villa?

And yet Zhao Zhen could not think of any other possibility.

One might even say there was no other