Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Chapter 545 Like a Mystery

The man paused, still looking at him. The sneer in his eyes, as if he'd seen through everything, made Su Ming feel uneasy. "Do you really think you understand all this? You're not the first, and you won't be the last." The man's tone was flat, but every word was like a stone sinking into the ocean, carrying a deep silence and threat.

"What do you mean?" Su Ming no longer concealed his inner anxiety. He couldn't help but raise his voice, his eyes becoming increasingly sharp. "You said we were all pawns. What about you? Are you the one behind the scenes, or are you the one being manipulated in this game?"

The man's gaze lingered on Su Ming's face for a moment, as if observing his reaction. Then, he chuckled softly and spoke slowly, "Do you want to know? Are you truly ready to face the answer?"

Su Ming didn't answer, simply staring intently at the familiar yet unfamiliar face, forcing himself not to let his inner doubts dominate his emotions. He knew that the "game" this man was talking about was far more complex than he could have imagined, and he was already deeply trapped in it.

"I'm ready," he whispered.

The man nodded, as if to express his approval of Su Ming's persistence, but then his expression became profound, "Okay, since you insist so much, I'll tell you the truth." He paused, as if choosing how to express his next words.

"Do you think that everything is accidental? Do you think that your every move is completely under your control? Have you ever had such doubts?" The man's eyes were sharp, almost piercing Su Ming's eyes.

Su Ming's heart suddenly tightened. Those words were like a pebble thrown into the water, stirring ripples deep within his heart. "Can I completely control my life?" he unconsciously asked himself. Once upon a time, he had believed he could control everything, whether it was his work or his personal relationships. But now, every step he took seemed fraught with uncertainty and danger.

The man seemed to see through Su Ming's doubts and smiled gently. "Do you think you are just an ordinary person who was suddenly caught up in this mess? No, I tell you, you are just a chess piece on the chessboard, and those invisible people are the real manipulators of this game."

Su Ming's chest pounded violently, and he suddenly felt as if the entire world had pushed him to the brink of an abyss. It turned out that behind this seemingly insignificant daily life lay such a complex situation, of which he was merely an insignificant figure. And the presence of those he had never met made the entire situation even more confusing.

"Who's the operator?" Su Ming finally couldn't help but ask. Although he knew this question might not get a direct answer, his anxiety at the moment made him almost unable to resist asking.

The man didn't answer directly, but seemed to be thinking, or perhaps out of some mischievous intention, deliberately making Su Ming fall into deeper confusion. His eyes drifted to the street corner. There was silence there, not a single movement, as if everything was waiting for an explosion at some point.

"Why don't you tell me the truth?" Su Ming's tone was filled with anger and urgency. "Do you know that you are just a pawn?" His voice gradually became louder, and his tone was full of challenge and resentment.

The man slowly turned his head, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes. He looked at Su Ming, as if admiring his anxiety and impulsiveness. "You think you can control everything, dominate this chess game, but you're wrong. You're no smarter than others. You're just like them, you just got to this point without knowing it."

Su Ming felt a surge of pressure. He wanted to press on, but a voice deep within warned him: If this person truly knew everything, then forcing an answer out of him would be futile. Perhaps, all this was beyond Su Ming's control.

Yet, his inner impulse and rational voice kept pulling him back. He wanted to uncover the mystery, to find the answer, to unravel this chess game that he had never understood. But at the same time, he felt an indescribable fear - if he truly knew the truth, what could he do?

"You're always so indecisive." The man seemed to sense Su Ming's inner struggle and said calmly, "Do you know that you've fallen into a deeper vortex?"

Su Ming didn't answer. He stared at the man intently, his anxiety surging like a tide, nearly choking him. He didn't dare ask any further, fearing that if he asked any questions, he would find himself in an even more difficult situation.

"What should I do?" Su Ming asked himself repeatedly in his heart, as if the answer was right in front of him, but he could never grasp it.

The man looked down at the watch on his wrist, then raised his head and looked at Su Ming: "You can go home now. There will be more important things waiting for you tomorrow." He spoke very concisely, but every word seemed like something that was destined to happen, carrying a certain weight that could not be ignored.

"What's the matter?" Su Ming asked almost subconsciously, his heart filled with uneasiness.

A sly look flashed in the man's eyes. "You'll know." He paused and smiled. "It's just... whether you can accept it or not is the most important thing."

Su Ming felt dizzy, his mind filled with a tangled web of thoughts. Every word this man said was a mystery, as if he was deliberately pushing him into a bottomless vortex, and he had no choice but to keep going.

Without waiting for Su Ming to react, the man turned and walked towards the black car, gently opened the door, looked back at Su Ming, and a meaningful light flashed in his eyes.

It was already late at night when Su Ming returned to his residence. The air was thick with a faint dampness, and the occasional distant car horn echoed from the street, making the atmosphere seem particularly lonely. The conversation with the man had left him unsettled, his inner anxiety and uneasiness like a rift, growing more and more difficult to quell. Whenever he closed his eyes, the man's all-seeing eyes would appear before him, carrying an invisible pressure, as if watching his every move.

He took off his coat, walked to the table, and prepared to sit down and sort out his thoughts. However, the phone suddenly rang, breaking his brief peace.

He was startled, then saw Zheng Yaoxian's name on the screen, his heart skipping a beat. Zheng Yaoxian's calls were never casual, especially not at this late hour. Su Ming quickly answered the call, a premonition rising in his heart, as if a storm was about to break out.