Chapter 175

Capital City.

Inside an ancient building.

An old man was sitting in the yard, looking through the document Rupert had just sent over. It was quite thick, being about seven or eight pages long. It retold everything about David in the past 21 years. The old man read it very slowly.

Two stately middle-aged men stood behind the old man.

The man looked old, at least not too different from Rupert.

However, he was unlike Rupert, whose face was full of wrinkles and looked weak as if he was dying.

On the contrary, this man looked hale, hearty, and energized, as if he could live for another twenty or thirty years.

This old man was Henry Thompson—the leader of National Special Task Force Team B. He had been the leader of Team B for more than thirty years but was still strong.

It was not that he was greedy for power and did not give opportunities to young people. He had applied for retirement several times but it had never been granted.

It was because Team B had not found a person who cou