Upon hearing this, Shijing Ye couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. With the aid of the omnipresent intelligence agency, things would become much easier. Nonetheless, he nodded respectfully and said, "Yes." Rising to his feet, he glanced at the tightly shut-eyed Shijing Kong, an odd sense of fortune swelling within him. Fortune that Shijing Kong had died for the nation, as otherwise, how could he have risen to prominence so soon? But he quickly concealed his ambition, aware of the capable figures in the meeting room, and hurriedly left.
