Ren Zhong stood by the window on the top floor of the villa, watching Zheng Dafa walk away into the distance.
Although the plan was proceeding smoothly, he wasn't satisfied.
In fact, he didn't like these methods; he merely had no choice.
When he first awoke 136 days ago, he never imagined he would one day become the head of espionage.
At first, when he made contact with representatives of civilized society like Zheng Tian, his mind was filled with thoughts of returning to his former life, of being an ordinary and unremarkable scholar, living a simple life in the future as his parents most wished, going through life without regrets.
Isn't that the meaning of life?
But unknowingly, he was forced to put down the pen and take up arms, donning armor, and now he's taken on the work of a spy leader.
He didn't like money nor had material desires, yet he was forced to climb the ranks of the wealthy through stock trading.
