Harvest
No matter how much they had calculated, they had never expected that, after being separated for so long, Li Bai would still be able to pull a move like this on Wells Black.
Old Hei had failed utterly to accomplish it, yet when it came to Dr. Moller, it was completed with effortless ease. It seemed he had barely exerted himself at all. The ease of it was simply unbelievable.
When had that Chinese man suddenly become so easygoing?
Are you freaking poisonous or something?!
Wells Black was practically falling apart.
"Wells, my condolences! Mm, my condolences!"
The Frenchman did not forget to console him.
Who would get the credit for this?
That probably was not the main issue. The main issue was that Wells Black was about to be saddled with the label of incompetence, and might even be marginalized because of it. That would be truly miserable.
This British Old Hei was having a really hard time.
He had originally tried to persuade Li Bai to join the "Saint's Association," only to be flatly rejected. Now he had no choice but to call in a favor and ask Dr. Moller for help. Unexpectedly, the tough obstacle he had imagined turned out to be as easy as a soda cracker. Before he could even exert himself, the other party had readily agreed. It had gone so smoothly it was hard to imagine. It had not been difficult at all!
Was this final push all I had been missing back then?
Now he owed someone another favor, while someone else had taken the credit. Wells Black's expression was hideous. He really ought to accept his condolences.
It seemed that fellow surnamed Li was truly incompatible with him.
Hmph!~
Once the other party joined the "Saint's Association," he would see