"What's going on, our undercover agent has been discovered?" the old man frowned slightly, with a hint of anger in his tone.

"It's not true, it's just ......" The middle-aged man didn't dare to look directly at the old man's gaze, and lowered his head even lower.

"Just what? Tell me, you know I don't like my mother-in-law. The old man scolded.

"Yes, that's right, according to the news from our undercover agent, everything was under our control in this operation, but suddenly a powerful guy appeared out of nowhere and defeated those people in the Netherworld. The man replied quickly.

"Are the people of the Netherworld idiots?Didn't you tell them to send a master of B or above?" the old man was a little irritable, and the newspaper in his hand was folded very casually and thrown on the table.

"There are B-level masters, and the four people sent by the Netherworld this time are the B-level early stage, the C-level peak and the two C-level mid-stage. The man replied.

"Will this lineup be defeated by anyone?, Iron Curtain actually dispatched a B-rank master?" The old man was obviously a little surprised.

"No, the Iron Curtain has only one C-level peak in this operation, the other two C-level early stage, and one mid-C-class person. The man was clearly aware of the operation.

"So the awesome guy you're talking about isn't among these people?" the old man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, and for the time being, I don't know the identity of the other party, and the other party's face that was hidden during the battle cannot be found. It's just that the other party has a distinct feature, and he has a pair of wings on his back. The man replied.

"Wings, can the wings move, or are they just decorations?" Hearing this information, the old man stood up directly.

"Yes, he can move, he has flown in battle. The man didn't expect the old man to suddenly react so strongly, and he was a little at a loss for a while.

"Transfiguration!Spirit Clan, could it be the Spirit Clan?But how is this possible?Wasn't the Spirit Race wiped out ten thousand years ago?" the old man muttered to himself, his eyes full of shock.

"Elder Xi, that's pretty much the case, it's just that over there in the Netherworld, are we going to say hello?" After all, the information was provided by us, and now that the situation has changed, and their people have been arrested again, it is possible that we may mistakenly believe that we deliberately provided false information to lure them into the bait?" the man proposed.

"You can do this, you don't have to ask me, I don't think those people in the underworld are so stupid, if we want to lie to them, why do we have to wait for a big fish, catch these four small shrimps, to be honest, I really can't see it." The old man waved his hand impatiently, and then said, "That powerful character who suddenly appeared, check, you must check it out for me! Even if you want to have a head-on conflict with the Iron Curtain, it's fine!"

"Yes, it's just ......" The middle-aged man didn't understand, when this kind of thing happened, shouldn't the first thing to be solved be the crisis of trust with the Netherworld? How could it be as if Elder Xi didn't care about it at all, although his words were also reasonable, but some work on the surface still had to be done, after all, the cooperation between them and the Netherworld was not unbreakable.

In contrast, it was obvious that Elder Xi paid more attention to that mysterious person, he didn't think that the mysterious person was unimportant, but compared to the Netherworld, it was clear which was more important at a glance!

But since Elder Xi had already spoken, he didn't say much more, respectfully retreated, and began to deal with these two things. Of course, on his side, giving the Netherworld a satisfactory answer is naturally the highest priority.

It's just that after he left, Elder Xi seemed even more uneasy, he couldn't sit still at all now, pacing back and forth in the room, muttering to himself: "Why is this happening? There are still descendants of the Spirit Clan, are we all wrong before? What about now? Is there any ......point in what we are doing now?"

Elder Xi slowly walked to a huge oil painting hanging on the wall, stopped and looked up, and fell into deep thought. The content of the painting is the Sword of Damocles, also known as the Sword of Damnation, and the original intention of their organization is to compare themselves to the Sword of Damocles.

Damned!

……

The three of Chu Tian, who were full of wine and food, did not go home directly, but came to the real estate agency that Xia Ya and Chun Wu had visited together yesterday.

Under the enthusiastic reception of the staff, Chu Tian followed them to inspect the house that was favored by the second daughter. Looking at it this way, it feels really good, the house type is good, the environment is good, and the geographical location is better than the previous house, so I decided to rent it immediately!

Seeing that the business was negotiated, the staff greeted the three of them with a smile and sat down in the negotiation area of the intermediary, and went to prepare the rental contract.

At this moment, the door of the intermediary was pushed open, and a young man nodded and stretched open the door, and then, another middle-aged greasy uncle with a big belly and a fat head strode in.

Xiao Young followed and walked in, his little eyes rolled around, and he said, "Is there anyone in charge, my eldest brother wants to buy a house!"

When a staff member heard this, he immediately greeted him with a smile, but when the middle-aged uncle looked around and swept his gaze over Chunwu, his eyes lit up instantly, and regardless of the guidance of the intermediary staff, he walked straight to the place where Chu Tian and the three of them were sitting.

"Beauty, are you also here to buy a house?" the middle-aged uncle rubbed his hands, his face was full of lewd smiles, and a bunch of horizontal flesh trembled.

Chun Wu squinted at him, pursed his lips in disgust, and was about to speak, Xia Ya on the side jumped up and replied angrily: "Uncle, what do we have to do with you?

Before, Xia Ya had her back to the intermediary door, so the middle-aged uncle only said that this was a little girl when she looked at her back, who knew that now she took a closer look, obediently, this delicate little face, blown-out skin, is also a demon-level little beauty!

Look at the young man sitting with them, although he looks good, he is only good at the public level, and his outfit doesn't look like a high-end thing. It's really jealous that such a very ordinary young man can mix with two beauties.

"Hehe, this little beauty, don't be so outside, the vast sea of people, we can meet in this small intermediary is fate, since there is fate, why don't we get to know each other? Maybe we will still be neighbors in the future!" The middle-aged uncle squinted his eyes and smiled, but the squinting eyes had already gone back and forth on Chunwu and Xia Ya many times.

"This big brother, they are here to rent a house, and they are about to sign a contract, why don't we go and sit down over there, and I will introduce you to the housing here, and you also mention your requirements?" said the intermediary staff who followed closely.

"Renting a house, ......" the middle-aged uncle repeated disdainfully, deliberately dragging out his voice very long, and at the same time glancing at Chu Tian again, and looking at the spring witch next to him greedily.

The poor young man can harvest the hearts of beauties, it is estimated that most of the two dated when they were students, and the girl still has the most innocent fantasy about love at this time, and there are not too many requirements for material things.

Too naïve!