Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

"I know." Su Ming nodded, a surge of emotion suddenly building within him. Without another word, he hung up the phone, his fingers once again tightly gripping the phone. His gaze was resolute, and nothing could stop him from moving forward.

He returned to the car and took a deep breath. The road ahead was still long and filled with unknown dangers, but he could no longer turn back. Every step he took only accelerated the distance between him and the world that no longer belonged to him.

Su Ming stared at the newspaper in front of him, his mind blank. The heavy paper trembled slightly in his hands, as if each page carried an unspoken weight. His gaze lingered on a brief news report—a prominent figure imprisoned, critically injured, and receiving emergency treatment. Although the name was not clearly stated, the details revealed between the lines left little doubt that the person in the report was Zheng Yaoxian.

The report didn't contain much substance, not even a lot of details about the incident. It was just a brief announcement revealing that Zheng Yaoxian had been arrested and injured. Those brief words conveyed nothing but a subtle sense of fear and tension.

He gathered himself, forcing himself to calm down. He clenched his fingers slightly, the pain in his fingertips gradually bringing him back to consciousness. His heartbeat intensified, and he realized he was facing more than just an ordinary rescue mission. Zheng Yaoxian's situation was more complicated than he had imagined, perhaps even more dangerous than any mission he had ever experienced.

He pressed his temples, trying to calm his mind. He couldn't let his emotions get the better of him. He couldn't let the sudden surge of emotion make him lose his composure, because every second at this moment was a matter of life and death.

"Zheng Yaoxian..." Su Ming muttered softly, his eyes deep and hazy. That name seemed to be deeply engraved in his bones. It was not only the name of his former master, but also the deep concern and responsibility that he could not let go of.

He took a sharp breath, forcing himself to refocus and return to the newspaper. Although the report was brief, he knew it brought him one step closer to Zheng Yaoxian. Certain words in the report, along with the subtle hints between the lines, confirmed to him that the injured man was most likely the Zheng Yaoxian he had been searching for.

"Where is he being held?" Su Ming muttered to himself, staring at the small print on the newspaper, trying to find any clues that could help him. Unfortunately, the letters and symbols seemed so pale and powerless, giving him no concrete information.

However, Su Ming remained undeterred. He knew that no information in this world was completely isolated. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would find the key to the answer. Zheng Yaoxian's injury was no accident; it could even be said that behind all this, there might be a mystery more complex than he could imagine.

He put the newspaper away, his mind racing. He remembered how Zheng Yaoxian had always been able to predict the outcome of many missions with his keen insight. Whenever a situation became complicated, he never easily showed his emotions, as if he always maintained a clear mind. And Su Ming had long been accustomed to relying on him, accustomed to his composure, his decisiveness, and his decision-making.

However, Zheng Yaoxian was no longer the undefeated figure he once was. Su Ming finally realized how naive he had been, believing that someone who always stood at the forefront, never retreating, was truly omnipotent.

He stood up, suddenly feeling a hollow fear. It wasn't a fear from any external threat, but rather a deep, empty emptiness within him. For years, he hadn't understood his true purpose. What was it? Was it to recapture those memories, or simply to fulfill his promise to Zheng Yaoxian? Perhaps it was a bit of both.

"I have to go," he whispered to himself, his voice dry and low. "If I don't go, I'll never be able to let it go."

Su Ming looked out the window. The world outside was still bustling and bustling, oblivious to his inner turmoil. He put the newspaper in his bag and prepared to leave. He knew he couldn't stay here any longer; his time was running out.

The night still thickened the streets, the clouds above shimmering in a dazzling array of colors from the neon lights. Su Ming quickened his pace, making his way through the throng. His heartbeat quickened with each passing second, each step bringing him closer to Zheng Yaoxian. However, this proximity also brought with it an unprecedented sense of oppression. He knew he was about to face an unavoidable challenge, perhaps even a life-or-death decision.

He breathed hard, trying to stay calm, but a vague uneasiness lingered inside him. That uneasiness made him unsure whether he could find Zheng Yaoxian as he wished, and whether he could solve all the mysteries at the last moment.

"I have to find him," Su Ming whispered again, his tone filled with a self-imposed urgency. He knew, no matter what, he couldn't turn back. He walked into a small streetside bar, intending to contact some old friends and search for any possible clues. The dim lights in the bar exuded a disorienting atmosphere, and he knew that this place had once been a transit point for their information exchange. Although he hadn't been here for a long time, he still remembered everything about it.

As he entered, the noise and low music in the bar made him feel dizzy. A few tables were scattered in the corner, and some familiar faces were chatting quietly. Su Ming's eyes quickly scanned the bar and found a familiar figure in the corner - Li Chen.

Li Chen was his former colleague. Although they hadn't met in years, the tacit understanding between them remained. Li Chen's eyes quickly met his, a flicker of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He stood up and walked towards Su Ming, a faint smile on his face.

"You really dare to come." Li Chen whispered, with a hint of smile in his tone, but still vigilant.

"I need your help." Su Ming said directly without any unnecessary nonsense.

Li Chen raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at him, as if pondering the meaning of his words. Then he nodded: "Sit down, don't stand."

The two sat down, and Su Ming got straight to the point: "I need to find someone, Zheng Yaoxian. Do you know where he is now?"

Li Chen was stunned for a moment, a flicker of surprise flashing across his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He sighed softly, "Do you really want to know?"