Wood was a sophisticated spy, and he had almost reached the acme of mortals in this field. Even though he had become a little insensitive over the past few years, his underlying strengths and basic quality still existed.
Now, in the midst of crisis and pain, his dullness caused by those years of relaxed living had been brushed away like dust, and he had become the best spy again.
In just a moment, he guessed roughly what was going on.
But he preferred to be as dull as before, or worse. He would rather have guessed nothing.
It already became clear that the Mifata Federation believed Wood had been bought over by the Northwest Republic because the information he had sent back to the federation over the years became less valuable. North Wind came here not to assist him, but to kill him.
