The Gift of the Papagana People
I thought braising would taste better!
Consul Robert ∑(っ°Д°;)っ: ...
Professor Lance (￣△￣;): ...
Elisa Σ(°△°|||)︴: ...
The American soldiers (⊙⊙): ...
The Chinese soldiers (): ...
Luan Zhengwei covered his face. This kid's brain really is fried... Of all times, he's still thinking about eating. Can that thing even be eaten?
"All right! Elisa!" The American Embassy Consul took a deep breath before continuing, "You should get some proper rest. The mission has put too much pressure on you."
That one sentence—"Braising would taste better"—made him give up completely.
Even the Chinese side wore solemn expressions, clearly worried about the young man.
That reaction couldn't have been faked.
His brain really was broken.
"Mister Cross..."
Elisa felt aggrieved and helpless. She had clearly been stating the truth, yet no one would believe her.
"Don't say anything more. Pack up. We're leaving!"
Consul Robert waved a hand, stopping her from continuing. No matter how much more she said, it would be meaningless.
He turned to Luan Zhengwei and said, "I'm truly sorry for disturbing you."
"Don't mention it. It was our duty, Mister Cross. If you have time in the future, come by and stay a while."
Luan Zhengwei smiled politely. Although there had been a few twists and turns, everything had ultimately remained under his control.
This time, he had really made a killing.
Ever since he had secretly made the monster's severed claw disappear, he had lost much of his interest in the Americans' belongings. After all, compared to the real thing, the value of these seemingly similar items had dropped drastically.
Especially the plaster claw print. Now that they had the actual owner, why would they need a plaster mold? They could make as many as they wanted.
Cross hadn't caught