If Chen Mo had already become a legend in the Martial Arts World back home, then perhaps Shen Tingting's situation had truly changed somewhat.
Of course, there were not many Brokers in China, only a few with connections. With fewer people, it was naturally easier for them to keep each other informed.
Therefore, once the task expired without anyone accepting it, it was naturally reposted so Brokers from other regions could see it. That was how Olai discovered it and immediately took it on. The main reason was that the reward for this job was extremely high.
There was another reason as well: he had taken this task because he knew the person who posted it.
Although the dark web did not provide any information about employers or task posters, only a codename, that codename was familiar to Olai. He had met the person behind it and knew who she was.
They had Cooperated many times before, which was why he knew her so well. This was also part of a broker's resources. Though everyone used codenames, they generally knew quite a bit about one another.
That was why Olai's thoughts had shifted when Chen Mo questioned him. He knew the answer, but he could not betray that person because of it. Without a certain degree of credibility in this line of work, nothing would go smoothly.
Of course, credibility also depended on the benefits involved. If the benefits outweighed one's credibility, then no one would care about credibility—they would care about profit.
Finally, after Chen Mo's refined and easygoing questioning, Olai came to realize that his body's tolerance still had plenty of room for improvement.
But such improvement required time, perhaps even a complete overhaul! Right now, he had no chance and no way to endure that itchy torment.