Undercover Agent Hidden for Thirty Years

In a villa in the imperial capital,

a middle-aged man wearing a top hat and sporting a mustache sipped his tea leisurely.

Reading the message on his phone, he sighed faintly, "The fools from Izumo Country truly can't do anything right. Well, I never had high hopes for them anyway."

The man stood up, elegantly removing his hat.

His gaze fell on the Law Enforcer uniform hanging on the coat rack, and the corners of his lips curled into a smile as he murmured, "Old friend, I'm afraid it's time for us to part ways."

With a single clench of his fist, the pristine white uniform of a senior Law Enforcer was instantly shredded by a surge of energy.

A mirror-like surface shimmered into existence on what had seemed like an ordinary wall.

The man smirked faintly. "I suppose it's about time."

As he spoke, his figure dissolved into the wall, vanishing without a trace.

Outside, the flickering candle lamps, deprived of fuel, abruptly extinguished.

"Listen up, whoever's inside! You're surrounded!"

Hong Lu, clad in a Law Enforcer uniform, kicked the door open, gun in hand.

But the room was already empty.

Yan Zhi arrived shortly after, her delicate brows furrowing as she demanded coldly, "What's going on? Where is he?"

"Sir, he—he's gone!" a Law Enforcer reported with a salute.

Beside him, Hong Lu gritted his teeth and growled, "We have to find him. Dig three feet underground if we have to, but he must be brought to justice!"

Yan Zhi fell into deep thought.

The middle-aged man was named Mo Gu.

On the surface, he had served diligently in the Law Enforcement Bureau for thirty years, rising from a lowly Law Enforcer to a senior officer in the headquarters.

Who could have guessed that this man was actually a member of the Hundred Ghosts Sect?

Yan Zhi clenched her fists, her phoenix-like eyes burning with fury.

The Hundred Ghosts Sect's rampant activities over the years had undoubtedly been facilitated by his interference.

He had abused his authority to grant safe passage to the sect's demonic practitioners.

The Gourd Immortal, who had been hiding in Jiangbei City, murdering people and raising blood slaves—all of it was Mo Gu's doing!

"Sir Yan Zhi, I—I swear I didn’t know Mo Gu was part of the Hundred Ghosts Sect! You have to believe me!"

Yang Chengbin, his wrists shackled in silver cuffs, trembled uncontrollably, a far cry from his usual arrogance.

He was terrified.

Who would have thought that the man he had followed for twenty years was a traitor?

Having spent decades in the Law Enforcement Bureau, he knew full well that as Mo Gu's right-hand man, he was doomed.

Yan Zhi shot him a cold glance. "Confess your crimes and cooperate, and perhaps you'll receive leniency."

At this, Yang Chengbin paled.

Confessing to those crimes was no different from a death sentence.

"We caught him."

Jiang Cheng, his bald head gleaming, dragged a burly man by his beard, grinning cheerfully.

His smile was as harmless as ever—if not for the fact that the bearded man was battered and bloodied.

The bearded man struggled to open his bruised, swollen eyes.

This guy was a monster—not just in strength, but in personality.

In just three exchanges, despite being of the same Void Realm, he had been beaten to a pulp.

In broken Western language, he spat, "The Sacred Knights will never forgive you."

Thud!

A silver-knuckled fist smashed into his face.

The bearded man's head spun, blood trickling from his brow.

"Spill it. Who are you really?" Jiang Cheng yanked his beard, forcing him to meet his gaze.

The bearded man grinned, blood dripping from his lips. "Just a nobody from the Sacred Knights!"

Thud!

Another punch landed.

"Going to talk?" Jiang Cheng asked, still smiling.

"I'm with the Sacred Knights!"

Thud!

"Talk!"

"I—"

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Finally, the bearded man couldn't hold on any longer, his consciousness fading.

His face was so battered it was barely recognizable, yet he stubbornly refused to break.

Gazing at the sky, he managed a weak smile.

He hadn't betrayed Izumo Country. He had remained loyal to the end.

He was a martyr.

Even under such brutal torture, he hadn't yielded.

Yan Zhi glanced at the collapsed man. "What about him?"

Jiang Cheng shrugged. "Ito Jiro's lips are sealed. Won't admit he's a shadow-level ninja from Izumo Country, even if it kills him."

The bearded man: "..."

You already knew, so why the hell did you ask?!

Jiang Cheng looked down at him coolly. "The Law Enforcement Bureau owes the Asura Sect a huge favor this time."

If not for An Yi's tip-off,

they would never have suspected Mo Gu, a senior Law Enforcer in the capital, of being part of the Hundred Ghosts Sect.

Jiang Cheng mused, "Izumo's ninjas are colluding with the Hundred Ghosts Sect's demons. Now that's interesting."

Yan Zhi glared at him. "How can you laugh about this?"

The thought alone was chilling.

A man had infiltrated the Law Enforcement Bureau for thirty years!

"The bald one's already organizing a purge. No one's escaping this time," Jiang Cheng said lightly, though his eyes glinted with cold fury.

"How did you know the bearded guy and Mo Gu were working together?" Lin Chen asked between bites of breakfast, eyes fixed on the news.

An Yi replied, "Hongtian caught his scent."

"That mutt's tracking skills are top-notch. He sniffed out that the bearded guy had visited Mo Gu's residence before."

"Quite the achievement—unearthing a thirty-year mole so easily," Lin Chen remarked, even he found it hard to believe.

Hongtian, gnawing on a steak, chimed in, "You humans are too crafty, scheming all the time. Pity I lost my mind-reading ability—otherwise, no one could hide from me."

Ziyue eyed him curiously. "You could really read minds?"

"Once could," Hongtian said dismissively. "Don't get excited. I’ve no interest in your petty thoughts."

"Ugh! Stupid mutt!" Ziyue huffed, still resentful about Hongtian's past desire to eat her.

"By the way, how did you recover from those injuries?" An Yi asked thoughtfully.

Lin Chen replied flatly, "That's a secret."

An Yi: "..."

So what if I didn’t tell you about my Undying Body?

I even shared Hongtian's secret crush on golden retrievers with you! What a petty guy!

Lin Chen flexed his arm, testing his grip.

He had to admit, last night's infusion of spiritual energy from the jade pendant had been agonizing, but the tempering had not only healed his wounds but also pushed his strength further.

Now, he had likely reached the mid-stage of the Void Realm.

Still, An Yi had also made startling progress in just a few days.

That mid-air maneuver he pulled last night was downright terrifying.

Just then, Lin Chen's phone buzzed—an incoming call from Qin Yao.