Ren Feng sat down on the sofa, and Agamemnon also took a seat, starting to pour wine.
"Captain Feng, you didn't come to India just for tourism, did you? You're always so busy; traveling doesn't seem like your style."
"I'm here for the Brahma Sect."
"The Brahma Sect, Captain Feng, you truly have guts." Agamemnon remarked, placing a glass of wine in front of Ren Feng.
"To be honest, most people can't even come into contact with the Brahma Sect. Even for us, we can only access the outer layers; the core elements are completely unknown to us."
"I know, but there's something I must acquire. It's in the hands of the Brahma Sect, so I have to go." Ren Feng said.
"Let's not talk about that for now, Captain Feng. What happened with that plane today?"
"My information was betrayed." Ren Feng started, "It's very likely there are more experts lurking in Mumbai, preparing to take my life."
