Li Bai could figure out with his toes that if they let Qingyao Demoness's dragon scale and Little Demoness Hong Li's glass pearl play even the slightest role, there'd be no need to storm the base. The defectors wouldn't be able to survive on their own.
Feeding more than a thousand man-eaters every day couldn't be cheap.
And if their rations were cut off, those snakes, insects, rats, and beasts would probably all turn on their masters, making the defectors' already dire situation even worse.
There were plenty of ways to play this, and they wouldn't even need to fight head-on. The other side would end up on their knees without realizing it.
After the truck stopped, someone led Li Bai, the two demonesses, and that silly North American Grizzly Bear to the place where the Saint's Association was negotiating with the defectors.
In an empty space more than a thousand meters across, there was only one long table. One of the defectors' leaders, Zhou Hua, formerly Elder Zhuo Yong of the Nine Provinces Xuan Association, was negotiating face-to-face with Jaharlal Choudhury, a "Saint" of the Saint's Association. With the bargaining between them at an impasse, they were waiting for Li Bai, a senior member of the Saint's Association, to arrive.
The former wanted to see what kind of young talent had caught the eye of the Saint's Association, which held some influence in Europe and America, and been recruited into the organization.
The latter also wanted to meet the new senior member and see if he was worth recruiting—or whether he could be brought under his command to serve him.
Everyone knew what mattered most in the twenty-first century: talent!
Hassin, one of Jaharlal Choudhury's attendants, bowed slightly and reminded him, "Sir, Li Bai has arrived!"
"So you're the