"How did that guy get into our group?"
"Who knows, I heard the old director personally recommended him."
"Whatever! Connections?"
"What do you think? A blank resume. I heard he did sometime near the borders and conducted B level missions, but he must be there just to obtain his qualifications… Look at the way he looks, he can be promoted like this? If it is not for his strong background, he wouldn't even pass the first level," the man lowered his voice and whispered to his colleague.
Miao Jun leaned against the concrete pillar in a grey jacket didn't bother with the conversation targeted towards him. The cigarette in his mouth only had a few sparks left. His half-narrowed eyes looked as if he was taking a nap.
Suddenly, the sparks of the cigarette illuminated brighter.
The half-narrowed eyes opened as the grey smoke came out of his nostrils.
The smell of blood…
