Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Chapter 223 The air is filled with a musty smell

The air was filled with silent tension, the night like an invisible curtain, enveloping everything around them. The confrontation between the two seemed to freeze time, with only the gentle sound of wind blowing through the leaves.

The other party seemed to have noticed Su Ming's calmness and persistence. His smile gradually faded, replaced by caution. Clearly, he knew that Su Ming was not just a young newcomer, but an opponent worthy of serious consideration.

"You should know that there are more than just the two of us here." The other party suddenly said, his voice low but meaningful.

This sentence made Su Ming's heartbeat quicken. He immediately realized that the enemy wasn't alone. He remembered that he had been so focused on the fight that he had overlooked other potential dangers. This was a carefully planned trap, and reinforcements could appear at any time.

But Su Ming showed no sign of wavering. He knew that in this situation, any display of emotion would be seized upon by his opponent, a flaw in his next attack. He maintained a calm expression, even allowing for a hint of mockery.

"So what? The fact that you're still standing here means your 'companion' isn't very reliable either." Su Ming's voice was low and steady, as if he didn't care about the other party's threat.

This seemed to stun the other man for a moment, then he smiled coldly, a fierce glint in his eyes. "You're very confident, but do you really think you can get out of here alive?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the opponent's movements suddenly accelerated, and the blade attacked Su Ming again. This time, Su Ming did not retreat. Instead, he quickly attacked, crossing his hands to neutralize the opponent's attack. Then, with lightning speed, he grabbed the opponent's wrist and twisted it fiercely.

"Ah——" The other party let out a low growl of pain, and the knife slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Su Ming didn't give him any chance to breathe, and kicked him in the knee. His legs gave way, and he fell heavily to the ground. At the same time, Su Ming's dagger was once again firmly against his throat.

"You can continue to threaten me, try it." Su Ming said in a low voice with a cold tone.

The other man was breathing heavily, his eyes filled with resentment and anger, but this time he clearly sensed Su Ming's murderous intent. He knew very well that Su Ming was not bluffing; the calm young man before him was already prepared to strike.

"You win," the other man finally whispered, a hint of reluctance in his tone. His body gradually relaxed, clearly recognizing the situation.

Yet, Su Ming didn't relax. He knew that the most dangerous moment in a spy war was often the moment the enemy seemed to give up. He stared intently into his opponent's eyes, the dagger still pressed firmly against his throat, the strength in his hand undiminished.

"Tell me, where are your accomplices?" Su Ming's voice remained calm, but the sense of oppression in it became increasingly stronger.

The other man looked at him, his lips twitching slightly, clearly weighing something. After a brief silence, he said softly, "They're on their way. They'll be here in five minutes at most."

Su Ming showed no surprise. He knew the other party couldn't tell him the truth directly, but he didn't need a clear answer from this sentence. Every movement, every look, even the slightest change in the other party's tone conveyed the truth to him.

"You are lying." Su Ming said coldly, and the blade pressed lightly on the other person's skin again, leaving a very thin blood mark.

The man's body trembled slightly, clearly sensing the approach of death. His breathing became rapid, and the calmness in his eyes gradually faded. Su Ming could sense the fear creeping in, and that was exactly what he needed.

Su Ming's mind raced with time. He knew he couldn't waste too much time here. Regardless of whether the enemy had reinforcements or not, he had to make a quick decision. Time waited for no one, and his mission was far from over.

"This is your last chance. Tell me, what is your plan?" Su Ming's voice became even colder and filled with a sense of oppression.

The other party was silent for a moment, and finally whispered: "You have no idea what you are involved in. This is not just a rebellion, but a larger conspiracy... and you are just a pawn in it."

Su Ming's brow furrowed slightly. He sensed an inexplicable threat from the other party's words, as if reminding him that the truth behind this was far more complex and dangerous than it appeared on the surface.

But Su Ming didn't have time to dwell on this. He had to end the immediate threat here and then continue his pursuit. He raised his dagger, the cold blade flashing a chill in the night.

"I don't need to know everything, I just need you to tell me who your next target is."

A trace of struggle flashed across the other person's eyes, and finally he closed his eyes and whispered a name.

Su Ming quickly left the dark alley, the wound on his face still aching. The blood had dried, but the stinging pain still reminded him of his near-death experience. With every breath, the tearing sensation on his cheek became palpable, yet he had no time to tend to the wound. The mission was far from over, and that name lingered in his mind like a brand.

He had to find his master. He knew things were far more complicated than he had initially imagined, and the conspiracy behind it far exceeded the information he currently possessed. And this name might be the key to the entire mystery.

Su Ming quickly passed through several dark alleys, skillfully avoiding any paths that might lead to surveillance. His master had always taught him never to walk in a straight line, never to reveal his whereabouts. He knew he had to remain secretive now and could not make any more mistakes.

Soon, he stopped before an old iron door and knocked three times. He paused, then knocked again. This was a secret code between him and his master. There was silence for a moment, then the lock clicked softly, and the door slowly opened, revealing a familiar figure.

"Come in." The master's voice was low and steady, still as calm as usual. Su Ming nodded and walked in quickly.

The room was dimly lit, and the air was filled with a musty smell. A few yellowed papers and some old equipment were scattered on the floor. The master closed the door and turned to look at Su Ming, his gaze lingering for a moment on the wound on his face.

"Injured." The master said coldly, without much emotion in his tone, but his eyes at that moment hid concern.

"I just ran into some trouble, but it's okay," Su Ming replied simply, his expression calm. Although the wound on his face still ached slightly, he knew that this minor injury would have no impact on the upcoming mission.