Leng Zirui took the envelope with a puzzled expression and pulled out the documents inside.
On top of the documents was a photograph.
The man in the photograph had beautiful flaxen hair and a pair of deep brown eyes. Leng Zirui paused when he saw the photograph.
This person looked so much like him.
If it weren’t for the flaxen hair, Leng Zirui would have almost thought it was a picture of himself—this resemblance was uncanny.
Removing the photograph, he quickly scanned through the documents beneath.
"English Name: Roy. Adams
Chinese Name: Roy. Adams.
Age: 31
Height: 188 CM
Weight: 76 KG
..."
The documents detailed Roy Adams’ life. This man, who like Leng Zirui, had an angelic face, lived a life that could only be described as evil. He killed his own mother when he was thirteen... This person was a complete demon.
"Who is he?!" Leng Zirui asked, frowning.
A man who looked almost like his twin brother turned out to be such a person; it made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
"A week ago, Interpol captured him in Manhattan. The night before yesterday, he was shot dead after assaulting police. From our documents, it’s very likely he was one of Luo Ke’s trusted aides. As you know, Luo Ke is already dead. So, we hope you can take on his identity and completely destroy their organization," Chen Ke said with a serious expression. "Of course, this isn’t an order, but a suggestion. You can refuse."
What is the hardest task in the world?
It’s going undercover.


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