Special Agent?
Avent lowered his head to look at Hoson, who had fallen to the ground, his eyes filled with undisguised disdain.
It wasn't disdain for special agents.
It was simply disdain for Hoson himself.
Avent understood very well that what Hoson wanted to become was not just what was so-called a special agent.
It was...
A chip!
A chip that could keep the other party alive, and even better, in that place.
Because there had been too long a disconnection between that place and here, they needed a 'person' who knew about the affairs here.
Facing the disdain in Avent's eyes, Hoson laughed.
"Rest assured, when I inform them about the situation here, I will certainly hold some things back, and then, when the opportunity arises, I will tell you some of the affairs from there, of course, for safety, I will also keep some to myself."
"You see, isn't that fair?"
As he spoke, Hoson sat cross-legged, trying to appear less awkward.
"Fair?"
