Please
"Strategy Room, Sakurai Norika!"
The cool-faced Japanese woman introduced herself in a few brief words.
"Cough, Special Unit, Doctor Li. Please forgive us."
Yamamoto Takeo offered an apology.
By now, he knew that Li Bai had more behind him than just an untouchable conglomerate. He probably couldn't be treated like an ordinary person, either.
"Go ahead. What exactly is the situation? Let me make this clear first: things have been unsettled around here lately, and I'm afraid I can't help with certain matters."
Li Bai picked up a piece of fried pork with his chopsticks and added it to his meal.
He wanted to deal with these Japanese people quickly, then keep an eye on those two Demonesses, in case they started another pillow fight in the car. Down feathers got everywhere, and they were a nightmare to clean up. The air was damp, too, so if the feathers got wet and started to rot, the smell inside the car would be something else.
The French Moller Institute was to blame for being so reckless. In its pursuit of biological research, it had thrown caution to the wind and let beasts eat people. The "Armored Nightmare" roaming around had thrown all of Somalia into chaos and left everyone on edge.
So many factions had gotten involved that even Li Bai was wary.
If the Japanese had any ulterior motives, he was afraid he couldn't help them.
Just the Michael Defense Contractors, who had come knocking on their own, were already enough to make Li Bai sick of it.
If two or three more showed up... and it ended up like the Mercenary Allied Forces, a consortium of interests tangled up in all kinds of complicated disputes, how was he supposed to live?
He wasn't going to take hush money