Chapter 11616 — What Kind of Talk Is That

After all, this was a mysterious figure whose file clearance reached straight to the ear of Heaven itself!

If he could hold such a trump card in his own hand, and with the backing of the new leader on top of that, his rise through the intelligence system would be all but assured—no rival at his level would ever be able to threaten him again.

Yet for all his scheming, he had left behind just such a fatal hole.

Guan Zhengxuan was a seasoned old hand in the intelligence system, and he saw through the other man's little calculations at a glance.

He had wondered before whether to warn Wei Zhao, but he had not expected Wei Zhao to move far faster than he had imagined.

Circumstances were stronger than the man, and Yuhe could only bow his head for the moment. "Director Guan, this time it was my people's mishandling that caused the misunderstanding, but be that as it may, we are all working for the great cause of our Divine Realm—surely we cannot just let our subordinates slaughter one another?"

Guan Zhengxuan said with an utterly sincere face, "What kind of talk is that, Director Yu? We are all colleagues. Anywhere Guan is needed, Guan will never shirk."

But then his tone took a turn.

"The trouble is, I do not know at present exactly what has happened, and as for my mole—Director Yu, you know the special circumstances. Even I cannot reach him directly at any hour and moment. If my mishandling were to expose him, that would fall under the family law."

Yuhe said with a black face, "So Director Guan means to stand by and watch him die?"

"What kind of talk is that, Director Yu? How could Guan ever do a thing that pains one's own and gladdens one's foes?"

Guan Zhengxuan promptly struck a posture. "I am contacting my man right now, but by the family law and rules, I can only send him a message one way; I cannot compel him to respond."

This was plainly kicking the ball back into the other's court.

Yuhe felt a wave of exhaustion, but matters had come to this, and he could hardly make demands; he could only nod and say, "My thanks for your trouble, Director Guan."

In the Inner Royal Court, the Han Prince's Estate.

Wei Zhao received Guan Zhengxuan's message at the first moment.

Guan Zhengxuan, however, did not ask him to spare the other party; he merely explained the ins and outs of the matter in the message.

The meaning between the lines was, rather, that he approved of Wei Zhao taking the Toy of the Gods.

After all, it was public property.

Since Yuhe's people could use it, his own people could naturally use it too.

Wei Zhao could not help but laugh.

Setting all else aside, the head of his Divine Realm intelligence system was quite protective of his own; without the other man helping to share the burden, swallowing the Toy of the Gods whole would truly have put no small pressure on him.

At that moment, the transparent primordial spirit finally came to its senses as well, and shouted from within the toy cat's belly.

"You are a mole! You are a mole for the gods, just like me!"

Wei Zhao did not deny it. "That is right. This time I was sent on orders to make contact with you."

The transparent primordial spirit brightened at the words and hurriedly said, "Well, this is a case of the flood washing over the Dragon King's temple—family who didn't recognize family! Brother, you should have said so earlier, and we would never have had this kind of misunderstanding."

Wei Zhao looked at him with amusement. "So this was a misunderstanding?"

"Of course it was a misunderstanding!"

The transparent primordial spirit had seized on his lifeline; his tone turned ingratiating. "Brother, let me out first. Let's sit down and share a few drinks. I was blind and failed to see who you were—let me apologize to you properly."

Wei Zhao said with a teasing lilt, "Now you have lost me. From beginning to end, weren't you the one stirring up trouble? I haven't done a thing. How am I supposed to let you out?"

"Brother, that's hardly fair."

The transparent primordial spirit smiled bitterly. "This Toy of the Gods—within the entire Inner Royal Court, only your authority can override mine and control it. We are both moles planted by the gods, both working for the Divine Realm. There's no need for us to slaughter our own, is there?"

Wei Zhao's face went solemn. "I honestly have no idea what you are talking about."

"..."

The transparent primordial spirit was on the verge of tears, with none to shed.

Even though he was quite certain that all of this was Wei Zhao's doing, the man simply kept playing the fool, and there was nothing he could do about it.

At the same time, far away in the Divine Kingdom on land, Yuhe's face was equally dark.

Across from her, Guan Zhengxuan was secretly stifling a laugh, and secretly offering praise as well—Wei Zhao's perceptiveness really was extraordinary.

At this moment, to save himself, the transparent primordial spirit had already resorted to the final measure available to a mole of the gods: every word of his exchange with Wei Zhao was being transmitted clearly into the ears of Guan Zhengxuan and Yuhe.

This measure had originally been meant for relaying intelligence in a moment of crisis.

But now, it was being used deliberately to dig a pit for Wei Zhao.

If Wei Zhao misspoke even once, it would become evidence that he had harmed a fellow mole and betrayed the Divine Realm.

Truthfully, Guan Zhengxuan was sweating cold for him.

After all, with Yuhe present, it was impossible for him to give Wei Zhao any warning on that front.

Fortunately, Wei Zhao's perceptiveness was sharp enough; he played the fool without betraying the slightest flaw.

Yuhe gave a cold snort. "Director Guan, you have trained a fine mole. He certainly has a knack for playing dumb."

Guan Zhengxuan shook his head and laughed. "Director Yu, that is hardly fair. Wei Zhao never received the systematic training of the Divine Realm's home territory, and he has never once come into contact with an item of the Toy of the Gods' caliber. That he doesn't know how to operate it is perfectly normal. If he could get the hang of it at once, that would be the real problem."

Yuhe was choked speechless.

In the space of a mere few breaths, the transparent primordial spirit had already fallen silent—plainly, it had been completely devoured and refined by the Toy of the Gods.

After the final confirmation, Yuhe's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

After all that, he had truly gone for wool and come home shorn.

Not only had he lost a key piece on his own board, he had also thrown the Toy of the Gods into the bargain, while on Wei Zhao's side he could not lay hands on the slightest loose thread.

The whole affair stood out as a total loss of capital.

Chancellor Han straightened his expression and said, "Director Yu, it truly pains me that such a farce has blown up this time, but when all is said and done, the root of it is that this subordinate of yours is dishonest and went behind the organization's back to play his little tricks. We must draw the lessons from this and see to it that such a tragedy is never repeated."

Yuhe's face flushed with anger. "My man is dishonest? My man played tricks?"

Chancellor Han said in a low voice, "Is that not the case?"

Yuhe was about to retort when she heard him murmur, "If Director Yu feels that is unfair, then by all means apply for arbitration by the Gods and let the Gods judge right from wrong—let us see whether it is my man who is at fault, or Director Yu's man."

Yuhe cooled down at once, and said with an ugly expression, "There is no need for that."

This time, under the pretext of a departmental survey, she had forced him to activate an ace undercover agent who was still in his silent period—something that was hard to justify in the first place.

Once the matter reached the point of arbitration by the Gods, not only he but even this new head of their intelligence system would likely be dragged down with him.