"Mr. Yan, are you all right?" Coulson asked with concern as the agents behind him hurried over to handle the aftermath.
"I'm fine." Yan Shuangying remained expressionless. "You still have some of that potion, right? Hurry up and dispel it completely."
"Of course." Coulson directed his subordinates to act according to the director's orders.
Then he invited Yan Shuangying to step outside.
They walked along the street as the sun began to rise.
Yan Shuangying asked, somewhat puzzled, "Don't we need to keep an eye on that monster and make sure it's dispelled?"
Coulson smiled. "S.H.I.E.L.D. is a professional organization. You should trust our agents to handle it."
Yan Shuangying kept walking, looking straight ahead, his face still expressionless.
Whether he believed that was something only he knew.
"Where are we going next?"
Yan Shuangying found it strange. Why was Coulson taking him along?
He wasn't a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., was he?
Was it all right to let him know so many secrets?
Something had to be behind this unusual behavior.
"To a little shop," Coulson replied.
Had he known what Yan Shuangying was thinking, he would surely have felt helpless.
As supernatural phenomena became increasingly prominent, various factions had begun recalling the personnel they had sent to S.H.I.E.L.D.
S.H.I.E.L.D. itself operated under the World Security Council.
Its staff couldn't just spring out of thin air.
Some were retirees from various agencies.
Others had simply been poached from, or assigned by, those agencies.
Some of the authority S.H.I.E.L.D. exercised came from powers shared by other departments.
As the United States consolidated its resources with the aim of establishing supernatural teams, S.H.I.E.L.D. received fewer and fewer privileges.
After all, the more authority those agencies retained, the more influence they would have in the new department.
S.H.I.E.L.D. was therefore eager to recruit