"It's over, it's all over."
Li Hanying, also known as Xiao Li, sat in the back seat of the official car with an increasingly grim expression. Pei Yong, that useless man, couldn't even handle a second-year student. Useless, truly useless.
At that moment, he wanted to kill Pei Yong with his own hands for such a blunder.
Whether Pei Yong's mission was successful or not wasn't his concern. Pei Yong was just a dispensable pawn, one of the lowest ranks. Every member of the organization lurking in special units would have an underling like Pei Yong. These underlings didn't know their higher-ups' identities and were managed by regional liaisons.
This was why Pei Yong knew there were moles in the Abnormal Administration Bureau yet didn't know precisely who they were.
The higher-ups decided when and how to activate these low-ranking pawns. Even if they died, it wouldn't matter much. But the critical issue was that Pei Yong didn't die.
