Chapter 532 Rolf Tackett

James had no idea that Lisa had come to Lindwood City, let alone that she would call Jennifer and even arrange to meet her. If he had known, he wouldn't have gone to meet with the National Security Agency.

Now, he had already set off to the address Clio had given him, which was in a suburb surrounded by trees, with small bridges and flowing water, very peaceful and serene. It was a place free from the hustle and bustle of the city. James had been in Lindwood City for so long and didn't even know such a place existed.

"Mr. Smith, this way, please." Clio was dressed in a neat military uniform, standing straight with short hair, looking valiant and sexy, very alluring.

James didn't linger his gaze on her, just nodded lightly and started walking inside.

It wasn't that Clio wasn't attractive, but James had seen too many charming women and was immune to them. Moreover, he already had Jennifer and naturally wasn't interested in other women.

Clio felt a twinge of disappointment at James’s indifferent demeanor. This feeling surprised even herself, as she wondered why she would think such a thing. After all, it was only her second time meeting James, and besides, she had never harbored any sexual interest in men.

She shook her head hard, trying to get rid of these inappropriate thoughts.

James had no idea about Clio's complex thoughts. He was leisurely walking inside, looking very relaxed. Even when facing the leaders of the National Security Agency, he had no psychological burden.

His calmness alone was impressive.

James was just under thirty years old, yet so mature, which was rare.

Clio followed behind, looking at James, and couldn't help but be in a daze. She even doubted James's real age, thinking he might be over forty, not like a young man in his twenties at all.

James felt her gaze, suddenly turned around, and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"

Clio, lost in thought, was startled by James's sudden turn and quickly shook her head, saying, "Nothing, I'm just leading the way."

After saying that, she quickened her pace, walking ahead of James to lead the way.

James frowned, finding Clio a bit odd.

But he didn't think much about it. He was skilled and brave, not afraid even if there was a trap tonight.

Soon, under Clio's lead, he finally met the leader of the National Security Agency in a small pavilion.

It was an elderly man in a suit, looking around sixty years old, with a good complexion, full of energy, tall and thin, with a very scholarly demeanor. At first glance, he looked like a cultured person, a professor.

Normally, no one would associate him with a military identity because he looked too refined, without any iron-blooded aura.

Only James could feel the immense energy hidden in this old man's body, grand and majestic, a master of the fourth stage of martial arts!

This was the first fourth-stage martial artist James had seen in the world!

Moreover, this old man looked refined on the surface, but in reality, his body emitted a strong bloody aura, indicating he had taken many lives.

The old man was leisurely making coffee in the pavilion, his movements extremely elegant.

James discovered that numerous experts were concealed around the small pavilion, over twenty in total, including even some third-stage martial artists.

With this fourth-stage martial arts master, once James stepped into the pavilion, he would be in the eye of the storm, with no escape.

James slowed his steps, frowning slightly, thinking for a moment.

The old man looked up, smiling at James with a meaningful look in his eyes.

James met his gaze and then smiled, walking boldly into the pavilion.

He showed no fear of the ambush.

The old man showed some appreciation in his eyes and said to James, "Mr. Smith, forgive me for the lack of hospitality, and thank you for coming all the way here."

James had already entered the pavilion, sat down facing the old man, picked up a cup of coffee from the table, took a sip, and sincerely praised, "Good coffee."

The old man introduced, "This is coffee from Sunridge City, which I specially brought from there. I wonder if Mr. Smith is used to it?"

"No wonder it's so good, it's from Sunridge City." James took another sip. He wasn't a coffee lover, but he could tell good coffee.

The old man said, "Mr. Smith is known as the number one genius of the younger generation in the City of Mysteries, and it's not an empty reputation. For someone of Mr. Smith's age to reach the fourth stage of martial arts, it's the first time I've seen it in my sixty-five years. It's not an exaggeration to call you a peerless genius."

James didn't show pride, just smiled slightly and said, "May I know your name, sir?"

"Rolf Tackett." Rolf replied.

"Rolf Tackett, a good name." James smiled, "Rolf, we've had our coffee and gotten to know each other. Let's get to the point."

Rolf smiled, "Mr. Smith, you're straightforward. I won't beat around the bush either. I believe Clio has already told you, Delbert was our National Security Agency's combat coach. Mr. Smith, you killed Delbert, leaving us without a combat coach. You need to give our National Security Agency an explanation."

James said, "So, Mr. Tackett, are you seeking revenge for Delbert?"

Rolf didn't answer immediately but continued making coffee, giving a mysterious feeling.

Meanwhile, the ambushed individuals outside the pavilion started to stand out, a total of twenty-three, including four third-stage martial arts masters, and the rest were second-stage martial artists.

This force was enough to crush all the families in the country.

With this, James felt a slight tension, not out of fear, but surprise. He didn't expect the National Security Agency to have so many martial artists, a force even the Smith family didn't have!

This showed that so-called big families were still too weak compared to real national power.

James didn't show this concern. He acted as if he hadn't noticed these individuals, still wearing a faint smile. When Rolf poured him coffee, he lightly tapped the table with two fingers, showing politeness.

His calmness made Rolf appreciate him even more. Not everyone could remain so composed in such a situation.
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