Mountain Lord's latter remark came out of nowhere, catching Li Taisheng off guard. After a moment of stunned silence, he answered somewhat awkwardly:
"I'm not too clear on that."
As he spoke, Li Taisheng looked up at Mountain Lord. The tall, lean man across from him perhaps could not stand the heat; he wore only a tight short-sleeved shirt on his upper body, yet even that did little to show off his physique. However, his exposed arms were corded with muscles like iron wire, even seeming to possess a metallic texture at first glance.
A closer look revealed subtle differences between the two sides. His left arm was slightly thicker and somewhat bluish in color—Li Taisheng had had a hand in that, mainly as preliminary preparation for a future "replacement."
Yes, Mountain Lord's wild idea of "using a physical body to control Darkside Species and explore the route again" had already received approval from the Cult's upper ranks and entered the practical stage.
So Li Taisheng had always thought they had some Tacit Understanding between them. Was this question meant to embarrass him, or was Mountain Lord simply being too familiar?
Mountain Lord clearly found his answer unsatisfactory and opened his mouth to ask again. On the other side, Yuan Wuwei began to complain:
"You said the satellite images were ultra-clear, but the frame skipping is still severe, isn't it? Trying to read lips through that is a complete mess. We can't even guess what he's saying. Hasn't the intelligence from your channels arrived yet?"
Li Taisheng broke out in a cold sweat for him. He dared speak to Mountain Lord like that?
Yet Mountain Lord did not seem angry. "Even firsthand intelligence has to be sorted out first, right? Oh, oh, it's here."
Curious, Li Taisheng put on an