The Special Envoy stiffened momentarily and bit the corner of her lip, "You want me to betray."
"You don't have to betray," said the Capital Commandant indifferently.
But no one had to say anything; everyone knew what he meant, not cooperating meant death.
Without being obstinate for long, after half-heartedly expressing her loyalty, the Special Envoy weakly propped herself up and went to the bedroom to open her suitcase.
Then from the inner pocket of a garment, she pulled out a small bamboo tube, handing it over with a reluctant face.
This was the signal device prepared to send messages to the Ninth District, nothing more than a tiny bamboo tube about five centimeters long. Although the spy who came to steal had knocked over her suitcase, they had not had time to search the pockets of the clothes.
