As someone in Bai Xiaotian's line of work—an international information broker—if he failed to keep his mouth shut and revealed a seller's information to others, it meant dishonest business practices. If the consequences were serious, he might even be hunted down by his employers. Worse still, no one would buy information from him in the future. Revealing information about the employer behind him carried severe consequences.
But Chen Mo had told him that he could repair his Dantian. In that case, there was naturally no need to hide anything about his employer. Whatever Chen Mo wanted to know, he would tell him.
Although Chen Mo had merely said that he could treat his Dantian and restore his status as a Martial Artist, that single sentence was already enough! To him, even the slightest hope in such a matter was like a lifeline. Anyone who failed to seize such an opportunity would never have a good outcome.
Bai Xiaotian naturally hoped to regain his status as a superhuman. It would not only benefit him personally, but also help his profession. Not just anyone could become a superhuman, and there were corresponding privileges as well.
Before he had been crippled, he had naturally enjoyed every benefit available to him. But after losing those benefits overnight, the gap in his heart had been immense. That only made him want to regain his former status even more.
Therefore, telling Chen Mo a little information about his employer really did not amount to much.
Pandora. When Chen Mo heard the name of this organization, he was completely confused. In truth, he had not been a superhuman for very long. Two years passed in the blink of an eye when it came to certain matters. It was understandable that he did not know much. In the