章 552: Knife

In a simple room, on a red clay stove, sat a steaming silver pot. It was like an angry little monster spouting thick steam. Mist lingered around, keeping the room especially warm.

It wasn’t easy for Nian Tingfeng to enjoy a leisurely afternoon just reading books and sipping on tea. He was very relaxed.

A knock came at the door.

Nian Tingfeng’s gaze never left the scroll in his hands. He casually called out, "Come in."

An ordinary looking man walked in and bowed respectfully. "Boss."

The Surveillance Division was probably the only combat division that took looks into consideration. Members mustn’t be overly handsome, ugly, tall, sturdy, strong, and so on. If you were thrown into a crowd and became impossible to find, then congratulations, the Surveillance Division needs you.

The Surveillance Division was filled with average looking members. It was difficult to find someone even a little eye-catching.