The Patrollers, dressed in a unified uniform, are well-known among the residents of Jinzhou. Their duty involves upholding law and order while ensuring the safety of individuals and their possessions.
However, there are also select Patrollers who are not able to don uniforms. They are not permitted to easily disclose their identities.
These individuals, known as Secret Agents, work covertly to infiltrate criminal organizations, gather proof of criminal activities, or prevent unlawful behaviors, all while maintaining their anonymity.
Instead of dealing with minor theft, they frequently confront dangerous and malevolent criminals, and if their identities are exposed, it often leads to failed missions or even loss of life...
“Who in their right mind would want to be a Secret Agent?” the Exile Leader exclaimed, punctuating his words with a sharp stab of a dagger into the broken table. Everyone around burst into raucous laughter in the dim warehouse.’’
“Any moles from the Patrollers here? Speak up now and I’ll save myself a seat at the celebration party.”
The group laughed again, though they couldn’t help stealing a couple glances at each other.
“According to our intel, a convoy will depart from Jinchou tonight with valuable cargo. Thanks to the rumors we spread, the shipper didn’t work with Lollo Logistics.”
“Great job, Ming,” the leader patted his sleazy-looking companion on the shoulder, who smirked in response.’’
“Still, he hired a group of Resonators as bodyguards…”
“Don’t worry about it. Hey newcomer, your turn is coming up soon.”
The leader turned his attention to a corner, where a woman with striking scarlett hair and a subtle grin on her face sat.
“Boss... I’ve been meaning to ask, can this chick really hold her own in a fight? I’d hate for our crew to get taken down by someone who looks like they couldn’t even beat me.”
Ming’s lips curled into a sly grin as he reached for the woman’s arm. But just as his fingers were about to touch her smooth skin, he suddenly froze.
“W-What’s happening? You wretched woman! What have you done to me?”
The Exile Boss scowled and waved his hand in frustration, noticing the glowing threads of lightning enveloping Ming.
“Leave him be, for my sake. All he has left is his sharp tongue. Save your games for later.”
The woman calmly brushed her hair and the threads of lightning disappeared from Ming’s body.
“Alright, let’s get this show on the road. Come on boys, it’s time to make it big!”