A few minutes later, deep in the wilderness, Redman was shoveling soil into a pit, working away merrily.
Meanwhile, Tang Mo stood within sight of Redman, his face a mask of unpleasant contemplation. He had decided to let the person he trusted most take control of the intelligence organization he planned to establish.
So, he said to old Roger, "Uncle Roger, we need our own intelligence system! I think that you are the most suitable for this task."
"But, I really know nothing about this kind of thing," Roger said awkwardly, scratching his head.
Tang Mo was aware that tasking old Roger with building an intelligence system was indeed a bit too challenging.
Because Roger was clearly not the ruthless type, merely an ordinary businessman, ill-suited for a position that might involve many dark deeds hidden from public view.
Yet the position was so important that Tang Mo did not dare entrust it lightly to anyone else—after all, on this job, loyalty seemed more useful than capability.
