Half an hour later, the Deaf Old Lady emerged from her room, her face etched with concern. Still, she reasoned that everything should be fine.
Chen Mo, meanwhile, had blanketed the entire Courtyard with his divine sense. He even scanned the cellar beneath the yard, inwardly cursing. Why was there nothing of value? For a spy, this guy was truly a failure.
On second thought, however, it seemed logical. The man appeared to be some sort of sleeper agent, and it seemed he had even bought another agent to save Yi Zhonghai. It looked like this person was a communications liaison for spies.
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