"It's not your fault, it's my own." Ling Feng sighed and said, "Can you give me some more time?"
At this point, Ling Feng could only rely on the strategy of stalling.
Talabova looked at Ling Feng, whose face carried a trace of guilt, and suddenly smiled brightly. "Alright, I won't push you for now. After all, you're the man I, Talabova, have fallen for. By the way, this time you reached out to the Eye of God. Is there something specific you need?"
Ling Feng took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Do you know if the Eye of God has heard of the Freedom Organization's plan to target the Louvre?"
Talabova smiled confidently. "In this world, there's no information that can escape the Eye of God's detection!"
Ling Feng nodded. The intelligence-gathering ability of the Eye of God was terrifying—far beyond other underground forces. Ling Feng was well aware of this, even though it puzzled him.
