“The Director of the Central Intelligence Agency, conducting such schemes from the shadows… Though, I must say, it’s surprisingly sloppy for someone like him.”

Julius muttered as he set down Evelyn’s report on his desk.

There was an inexplicable sense of unease—a nagging feeling.

“What do you think, Chief of Intelligence?” Julius asked, looking up. A dark shadow appeared before him.

“What’s there to think? Just follow the evidence, arrest the culprit, and be done with it,” the Black Dragon scoffed lightly, tossing another document onto Julius’s desk.

“The evidence is solid. The assassin belongs to the Season of Serpents, …