Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Chapter 538: Forcing Myself to Calm Down

The girl nodded, and with quick, deft movements, she picked up a round loaf of bread and handed it to him. Su Ming looked at the warm loaf in his hand and suddenly felt like he had found a long-lost comfort. Simple, ordinary, yet incredibly warm.

He paid and turned to walk out, feeling strangely relieved. He bit into the bread, and the warmth immediately spread throughout his mouth. The tangy flavor made him frown slightly—it wasn't top-tier food, but it possessed a strange healing power. Almost instinctively, Su Ming felt a warmth spread from his stomach to his limbs, and the slight fatigue he felt was alleviated.

Leaving the shop, he was lost in his confused thoughts again. While the taste of the bread brought some comfort, his restless heart remained. The mystery remained, and the burden on his heart didn't lift even with the warmth of the food. He still couldn't let go of that mystery.

"What went wrong?" he muttered to himself, his steps becoming heavy again.

He had just taken a few steps when he suddenly felt an invisible force pulling him closer. He stopped, his gaze unconsciously directed toward the distant street corner. There was an old street lamp, and beneath it stood a figure. There was nothing special about them, but the figure's back gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity.

He narrowed his eyes, his heartbeat suddenly accelerating. The figure seemed like an image that had been swirling in his mind recently. He couldn't recall the specifics, but he was involuntarily drawn to it. As he approached, the figure suddenly turned, revealing a face—someone he had never seen before, but the sense of familiarity grew stronger.

"Who are you?" Su Ming blurted out, his voice a little dry, with a hint of hard-to-conceal vigilance.

A smile appeared on the man's face. His eyes were as deep as the night, and through the dim light, he seemed to be able to see through everything: "I think, maybe you already know who I am."

At that moment, Su Ming's heart skipped a beat as a name flashed through his mind like lightning. This person had surfaced in his initial investigation, yet had been overlooked due to various complex relationships. A figure who had once been his enemy suddenly appeared in his sight—this person seemed to understand the mystery he was pursuing.

"You..." Su Ming's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say the rest of the words immediately.

Su Ming stood there, his heart racing. The man before him wore a profound smile, as if he knew his every thought, even every decision he had yet to make. His eyes were deep, like an unfathomable lake. Su Ming's gaze lingered on them for a moment, and he suddenly felt suffocated, as if every nerve in his body was being drawn to those eyes, unable to extricate himself.

He realized he was backed into a corner. Countless thoughts raced through his mind, quickly overwhelmed by an unknown anxiety—he realized that every decision he'd just made seemed to leave no room for maneuver. It was an ominous feeling, like standing on a narrow road with no end in sight, no help around, and yet those eyes were watching him, silently waiting for him to make a decision.

"What...are you waiting for me to do?" Su Ming finally spoke, his voice becoming low and alert. He tried to make himself look calmer, although his heart was already turbulent.

The man didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached into his coat pocket and slowly walked forward, as if in no hurry to speak to Su Ming. His steps were relaxed and rhythmic, each one precise, as if each movement was carefully considered. Su Ming's eyes followed the man's movements. For some reason, his inner alertness grew stronger, as if he sensed a deep threat approaching from behind.

"You came to see me, right?" The man smiled slightly, his eyes sweeping across the darkness behind Su Ming. "You want answers, but you haven't found the key yet."

Those words struck Su Ming's heart like a hammer. He suddenly realized that his earlier uneasiness was not unfounded. He had once doubted Zheng Yaoxian's true intentions, but now it dawned on him that the mystery he had been pursuing had remained unsolved, while this person seemed to hold all the answers.

Su Ming tried to calm himself, forcing himself to remain calm. He couldn't ignore the feeling of being watched. He knew that the person before him must be hiding some huge secret, and he might just be standing on the edge of it.

"You know what I'm looking for." Su Ming whispered, his tone gradually becoming serious. "What do you want?"

"What do you want?" The man smiled lightly, without any anxiety or impatience on his face. His eyes were still calm and gentle, but there was a depth in them that made people dare not look directly at him. "I'm just a witness, Su Ming. This is not the first time you have lost your way in the pursuit of the truth. I just... remind you." His tone was gentle, as if he was talking to a familiar friend, but there seemed to be a deterrent force that could not be refuted.

Su Ming's heart trembled. He opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but the words were powerless. A stranger suddenly appeared in his sight. Everything seemed to revolve around him, forcing him to re-examine even his original motives. This person was not just his enemy, but more like a phantom deep in his heart, lurking in the corners of his life, silently waiting for him to fall into a trap.

"No matter what you want to remind me, the answer is still in your hands, right?" Su Ming took a deep breath and lowered his voice to a whisper, almost whispering to himself. He forced himself to calm down. "You said I was lost, so you have to tell me how to find the real truth."

The man didn't answer. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, looking toward the distant street, his eyes seemingly searching for something. The air suddenly grew thicker, and Su Ming felt an inexplicable sense of oppression approaching. Suddenly, a low wind blew, carrying a faint scent of dust. The silence deepened, as if time had frozen, leaving only the sound of his heartbeat and the man's breathing.

"You're asking me the truth?" The man turned around, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. "The truth... doesn't exist."

Su Ming was stunned, his mind blank. This statement almost overturned all his understanding. He had always believed that the truth could be revealed through careful reasoning and analysis, but the understatement in this person's words made him shudder.