Sincerity
What?!
50 million euros?
Did you rob a bank vault?
Wait, the person's right here. How'd you rob it?
Schulman asked, looking a little dumbfounded, "Who gave it to you?"
He looked like he was practically begging to get stabbed in the back. Even Old Barry had a bad feeling about it. He tried to stop Schulman from asking such a stupid question, but it was already too late.
"The people negotiating with you!"
Li Bai stabbed him in the back without hesitation.
You walked right into that one. How's that my fault?
The atmosphere between the two sides instantly turned awkward. When Schulman finally realized what had happened, all he saw was Li Bai's cold smirk.
Not a single cent?!
That's right. Not a single cent!
It was 50 million euros!
The young master of Michael Defense Contractors suddenly felt his face burn, as if Li Bai had given him a hard slap.
The French really were willing to bleed themselves dry, spending a fortune to seal the mouth of this young Chinese doctor.
Demville, chairman of the Lihai'er Conglomerate, wasn't a fool. Li Bai had called him directly and named the Moller Institute, which meant there was no chance of concealing the origins of the Armored Nightmare anymore. Was he supposed to rashly send people to Somalia to silence him?!
At a time like this, if the other party was calling, he had surely prepared foolproof contingencies. Maybe there was a first, second, third, or even nth backup plan. There was no way they could wipe them all out. They weren't toddlers, innocent and gullible, with simple minds that were easy to read.
Fortunately, Demville hadn't done that. Otherwise, the French government might well have hanged him from the Arc de Triomphe.
Damn it, you'd attack a