Green fixed McCain with a steely stare that cut into his soul like a knife.
"I..." McCain had faced plenty of daunting situations, but the overwhelming gap in strength left him terrified. Under the force of Green's sudden pressure, he could only gape, unable to speak.
Green narrowed his eyes like a hawk. "At a time like this, are you still trying to hide something?"
Sweat poured down McCain's face. The more desperately he tried to speak, the less he could get out. Green stood before him like the God of Death, holding his life in his hands. One thought was all it would take to stop McCain from drawing another breath.
"Master! I think you've frightened him." Glasses Woman noticed McCain's heart rate soaring and the abnormal surge of hormones in his body, so she spoke up.
Green quietly withdrew the crushing pressure of his mental power. "Now speak."
McCain managed to catch his breath. His back was soaked, but at least his trousers were dry. Relieved that he had not disgraced himself on the spot, he remembered how close he had come to losing control a moment ago.
"I really don't know the exact source of the intelligence. My handler gave it to me directly. I asked him at the time, but he wouldn't say," McCain hurriedly explained. "If you want to trace it, I can take you to him."
Green said nothing more. He was not interested in where the intelligence had come from. What interested him was the intelligence itself.
Saintess Xiweina Ye had spent three million Gold Pounds on information about a remote Cyclops tribe! On the face of it, the intelligence was worthless, yet she had willingly paid a fortune for it and had been delighted when she received it.
McCain had not understood