Agreed
The email Doctor Li had received wasn't from Zhao Aiguo, the muscle-bound guy, nor from the mercenaries and local tribal friends he'd met in Somalia, nor from anyone in the peacekeeping forces. But it was from someone he knew.
After glancing at the email, Doctor Li exited his inbox, found a number in his contacts, and dialed it.
An email account could serve as a pager in many situations. When communications were inconvenient, it could temporarily receive messages and let people leave a note or two.
"Hello! You old pig, Dr. Moller. What can I do for you? Has the Lihai'er Conglomerate finally gone bankrupt? Are there any undervalued, healthy assets you could tell me about? If I pick up a bargain, I'll give you a cut later."
The person who had emailed Doctor Li was Dr. Moller, one of the people aligned with the chairman of the Lihai'er Conglomerate.
Word had probably gotten out about the man-eating monster, the Armored Nightmare. Dr. Moller was likely flailing around in a panic, trying anything he could think of.
They'd become acquainted through a fight, but had since made peace. Doctor Li wouldn't kick them while they were down, but he didn't mind watching the show. Seeing them have a bad time was still rather satisfying.
"..."
Dr. Moller nearly choked when he was greeted with such gleeful mockery. He was a man of some refinement, but Li Xiao Bai still managed to rile him up until his blood boiled and his blood pressure shot up. He was getting on in years, after all, and no ailment was going to spare him.
After several seconds of silence, he finally calmed himself and said irritably, "Nothing of the sort! Chairman Demville is doing just fine! Nothing's wrong." Although the Armored Nightmare had