“””
Wu Manyue’s face showed a trace of confusion:
“The Human Clan and Demon Race are at war, you’ve killed so many demons, they’d hate you to the bone.”
“How could they possibly give you intelligence?”
Jiang Fan took out the parchment scroll and glanced at its contents.
Then he asked Wu Manyue: “Why don’t you talk about yours first.”
Wu Manyue frankly shared her intelligence, spreading out the paper.
It contained a line of bold and powerful handwriting.
“Two hours ago, traces of the Hell Beast were discovered on Chongcui Mountain.”
Jiang Fan’s eyebrows raised ever so slightly.
One had to admit, Wu Manyue indeed had connections within the Demon Race.
And quite high ones at that.
If the news from two hours ago came from the Sea Charm, it likely had just barely been leaked.
This was the limit of intelligence the Human Clan could obtain from the Demon Race.
“What about you?” Wu Manyue looked at the parchment scroll in Jiang Fan’s hand.
“An hour ago.”
Jiang Fan replied.
Ren Guhong’s pupils abruptly widened:
“An hour ago, I’d guess this intelligence was still in the hands of the Demon Race’s heads waiting for verification.”
“It probably hadn’t even left their command tent.”
“Junior Brother Jiang, your network is almost terrifyingly formidable.”
Wu Manyue glanced at her paper, then at Jiang Fan’s parchment scroll.
Her composure faltered.
“How did you get it?”
“To obtain such precise intelligence, the cost must have been significant, right?”
She had spoken every flattering word imaginable and given away no small amount of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures just to get her intelligence.
The worst part was—
The other party had even tried to take advantage of her.
She’d had to exert every ounce of her prowess and cunning to force the other party to relent.
In the end, they begrudgingly handed over the intelligence, though not without showing her some cold disdain.
Presently, Jiang Fan somehow managed to secure intelligence.
Even more precise than hers.
Who could take this lying down?
That being said.
For him to obtain such confidential intelligence, Jiang Fan surely paid a heavy price.
Vastly steeper, no doubt, than the cost she had borne.
Maybe he had even been forced to sacrifice his dignity.
Thinking of this, she felt a bit better.
Jiang Fan unhurriedly unfolded the parchment scroll and said:
“Oh, it wasn’t that bad—they were rather courteous.”
“I mentioned I needed intelligence, and they simply handed it over.”
“What’s the matter, Senior Sister Wu? Surely you didn’t pay any price for your intelligence?”
Wu Manyue’s body stiffened.
She stammered: “Of… of course not.”
“I’m so beautiful, the moment I asked, they were all smiles to hand it over.”
“How could there possibly be any price?”
Jiang Fan nodded slightly: “That’s good, then.”
“If your rather useless intelligence had cost you too much, it would’ve been a great loss.”
“No, no, not at all.” Wu Manyue forced a stiff smile.
Her right hand, however, clutched the paper so tightly smoke seemed to rise from it.