Entering the office, Ling Chen saw that Tong Zhentian was also there. After the three of them took their seats, Ling Chen asked with a puzzled expression, "Elder Tong, Mr. He, what do you need me for?"
Tong Zhentian handed a set of documents to him and said, "This is the latest intelligence briefing, have a good look."
Ling Chen glanced at it briefly, his expression changed slightly, and he frowned, "Elder Tong, is the accuracy of this intelligence reliable?"
"I've had it verified by someone, it should be accurate," Tong Zhentian said with certainty.
"I understand." Ling Chen nodded and said, "I will find a way to handle this matter."
"Be careful." He Ziyun advised, "Better take more people with you."
Ling Chen acknowledged and left the office. Returning to his room, he leaned against the wall, took out the intelligence documents, and slowly furrowed his brows.
