Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Chapter 444: Faint Movement

Su Ming quickly scanned his clothing and expression. His cold eyes held a subtle hint of mockery, as if he already knew the outcome of this confrontation. Su Ming's heart tightened slightly, but he quickly forced himself to calm down. Even the most dangerous situation required a calm response—he was an intelligence officer, requiring analytical and judgmental abilities.

"Zheng Yaoxian, are you sure you want to make this decision?" The man stopped less than two steps away from Zheng Yaoxian. His tone was flat, but it carried an irresistible sense of oppression.

Zheng Yaoxian didn't answer. He simply calmly picked up the wine glass and gently swirled it, seemingly unconcerned about the situation. His gaze remained focused on the wine glass, but the faint sense of danger was like a surging undercurrent, ready to erupt at any moment.

Su Ming's heartbeat didn't accelerate at the change in the situation. Instead, it became unusually steady at that moment. He glanced at Zheng Yaoxian, then at the new man, a series of memories flashing through his mind. That man, beneath that seemingly rough exterior, concealed a terrifying identity that could not be ignored. Months ago, during a casual encounter, Su Ming had inadvertently learned something about the man. This man, named Chen Yu, was a seasoned secret agent whose intelligence and execution skills were exceptional, and who rarely failed a mission. More importantly, Chen Yu had a peculiar habit—he liked to track the psychological activity of his opponents to make decisions and judgments. This skill often allowed him to seize the initiative against any opponent.

"Are you trying to test me?" Su Ming wondered in his heart, a smile unconsciously appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Zheng Yaoxian remained silent, merely smiling softly. That smile seemed to hold an inexhaustible depth of meaning, elusive. Meanwhile, Su Ming's attention was completely focused on Chen Yu. Those cold eyes seemed to be detecting every detail about him: his breathing, his posture, even every subtle shift in his expression. Su Ming knew this was precisely Chen Yu's method. He never trusted superficial information; all judgments were based on the other person's psychological trajectory.

"I can't let you do this." Su Ming's tone remained calm, as if he didn't care at all about what would happen next.

Chen Yu smiled faintly and looked up at the dim lights in the bar, as if he was a little tired of everything here. Then, his eyes fell on Su Ming again, and his sharp eyes were chilling.

"I know who you are." Chen Yu's voice was low and calm. "You are no ordinary intelligence officer. At the very least, your psychological quality far exceeds that of ordinary people. The fact that you were able to remain calm in such a short period of time means that you have already predicted my movements. So, I want to ask you one thing - do you really think you can escape this night's confrontation?"

Su Ming's heart trembled. This question cut directly to the heart of the matter. He wasn't simply pursuing the completion of a mission, but rather engaging in a psychological battle with an extremely dangerous opponent. Chen Yu, this man, had clearly been observing his every move and, to some extent, even saw through his plans in advance.

"Do you think I will lose?" Su Ming spoke slowly, his eyes still expressionless.

Chen Yu tilted his head slightly, seemingly touched by Su Ming's calmness, a complex expression flickering in his eyes. In that instant, Su Ming understood. He might have truly grasped his enemy's tendencies—Chen Yu was always incredibly confident in his situation, and the source of this confidence was his exceptionally keen psychological insight. He preferred to use psychological manipulation to test his opponents and force them to react. This was an extremely dangerous tactic—if the opponent's psychological defenses were even slightly weakened, Chen Yu would strike without hesitation.

But Su Ming knew that Chen Yu's confidence was often his greatest weakness. This overconfidence often led him to over-rely on his intuition and judgment, ignoring his opponent's counterattacks. Su Ming was not eager to counterattack. He knew that to gain the upper hand in such a situation, he first had to make his opponent completely underestimate him.

"If that's the case, then you might as well wait a little longer." Su Ming smiled slightly, his voice without any fluctuation, as if he had already decided on the next course of action.

"Do you think time can help you win?" A cold light flashed in Chen Yu's eyes. He did not rush to take action. Instead, he raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was a little curious about what Su Ming was waiting for.

The air in the bar remained heavy, only the gentle clink of glasses and the faint sound of distant conversations echoed in his ears. At this moment, the entire space seemed compressed by some invisible force, and Su Ming's every movement and every breath were crystal clear. A fighting spirit gradually rose in his heart. He knew that the duel before him would not only be a physical contest, but also a dual game of wisdom and psychology.

He slowly stood up, took a deep breath, and focused all his attention on Chen Yu, while a hint of subtle provocation began to appear in his eyes.

The atmosphere in the bar was thick with oppression, and almost everyone could feel it. Su Ming stood straight, his gaze fixed on Chen Yu, his mind racing with thoughts. Every second of stillness seemed to hasten the approach of the confrontation. However, he knew that what he needed at this moment was not just a counterattack, but a more detailed plan and preparation.

"Are you truly ready?" Chen Yu sneered, seemingly unfazed by Su Ming's challenge. The calmness and confidence in his gaze betrayed a sense of anticipation. Su Ming sensed this aura as a hidden advantage, allowing him to maintain the initiative in any confrontation. Chen Yu relished this sense of control. He was not in a rush to act, but rather like a careful hunter, patiently waiting for his prey to fall into his trap.

Meanwhile, Zheng Yaoxian remained silent, a complex glint in his eyes. He seemed to be observing everything, with no intention of intervening. His impassive demeanor, revealing a deep indifference, made Su Ming wary. Zheng Yaoxian was so secretive that no one could be sure whether he was simply waiting for an opportunity or silently manipulating everything.

Su Ming knew he couldn't continue to hold onto this stalemate. If he allowed the situation to continue, he would inevitably be drawn into an uncontrollable game. Every moment of inaction was dangerous; even the slightest misstep could completely change the situation.

He silently adjusted his stance, his fingers subconsciously stroking the slip of paper in his jacket pocket. The numbers and code on the slip still danced in his mind, as if reminding him that none of this was accidental. That seemingly simple clue held greater secrets, secrets that held the key to this situation's unsolvable outcome.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and his eyes quickly scanned the bar. He noticed that the back door in the far corner had quietly opened a crack. Something seemed to be hiding behind that door—a person, or perhaps some unseen threat.

"Zheng Yaoxian," Su Ming said in a low voice, trying to keep his tone calm, "You might want to be careful. There's someone at the back door."

His words were brief, but like a bomb, they sent ripples through the quiet bar. Zheng Yaoxian was momentarily stunned, his eyes flashing, but he remained calm. He looked up at Su Ming, as if trying to determine if he was hinting at something, or if he had some other intention.

"Backdoor?" Zheng Yaoxian's tone remained calm, as if the news hadn't caused much of a stir. But Su Ming knew that beneath this apparent calm lay a sharp sense of vigilance.

"Don't underestimate that door," Su Ming continued. Although his tone was calm, his inner vigilance was already extremely high. That door was the back entrance of the bar, usually unnoticed. However, it was this inconspicuous passage that concealed a shortcut to the outside world. If a dangerous person truly sneaked in through this door, it would be a huge threat to their current situation.

Zheng Yaoxian's gaze darkened slightly, and after a moment's silence, he slowly nodded, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes. Clearly, he hadn't completely let his guard down, but he didn't want to reveal any anxiety or uneasiness.

"Are you sure there is someone here?" Zheng Yaoxian asked.

Su Ming didn't answer directly, but slowly turned his head and looked towards the bar's back door. The gap didn't seem to have changed much, but he could sense that the atmosphere behind the door was quietly shifting. Every slight movement stimulated his sensitive nerves. Su Ming instinctively knew that he didn't have time to wait any longer.

Chen Yu seemed to notice the subtle change in the atmosphere. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and there was a hint of contempt in his eyes, as if he felt that this confrontation was no longer interesting.

"Do you think that person from the back door can decide the situation?" Chen Yu's voice was low and full of disdain.

However, Su Ming ignored him. His heartbeat quickened as he replayed various possibilities in his mind. Regardless, the person behind this backdoor couldn't be an ordinary person. If they could truly break through the defenses, the situation inside the bar would instantly change, plunging it into chaos, and all their actions would become meaningless.

Zheng Yaoxian seemed to sense Su Ming's nervousness. He finally put down his wine glass, his eyes becoming deep and sharp. "Who do you think this person is?"

Su Ming stared at the back door silently, his heart sinking. But he knew he had to make a quick decision. The enemy might be approaching quietly.