In the late-night office, the desk lamp emitted a bright light.
Xiao Jinlang massaged his sore temples, the blue light from the computer screen casting shadows on his tired face.
The strong tea on the table had long turned cold, yet he remained oblivious, fully engrossed in the latest intelligence reports sent by frontline comrades.
'Troublemaker'—this was the nickname he gave the young man. Clicking on the file, a vibrant face jumped out at him.
A nineteen-year-old, with delicate features and a sunny smile, anyone would think he was just an ordinary student.
First, naturally, he checked the background—nothing much to say, came from an orphanage, with no attachments, seemingly harmless.
From semi-public information, he had won a prize worth billions of US Dollars and had ties with several American powers.
The people around him were very complex, practically like a shelter, with all sorts of backgrounds.
