1700. Sun Fatty Was No Longer Fat
"'Saint of Strength'? 'Saint of Strength'? Huh?"
The little girl looked utterly bewildered, sizing Li Bai up before tentatively asking, "Li Bai, you wouldn't happen to be the president of the Saint's Association, would you?"
For a Saint to help him and provide so much detailed intelligence, their relationship couldn't be that simple, could it?!
"How could I be? The Saint's Association doesn't have a president. It has only eight Saints, more or less like a Round Table Council."
Li Bai shook his head with a laugh.
Besides, his relationship with Hercules was solid enough now that getting internal intelligence—or even secrets—from the Saint's Association was a piece of cake.
What was more, he was now deeply involved in the project to awaken the prehistoric hero Enmenam. Even the other Saints had let their guard down around Li Bai.
Truthfully, there was no point in guarding against him anyway. If Li Bai hadn't been there that day, the others would probably have been done for. After all that, there was no way they could refuse him now.
"Really?"
Yu Yue tilted her little head. She hadn't seen the Saint's Association's more detailed files, so she didn't know much about the organization.
"If you have clearance, you can look into it. The Bureau should have a very detailed file on the Saint's Association."
Li Bai dropped a hint. More than ninety percent of the information in the Security Bureau's file on the Saint's Association had come from him.
Nobody had ever imagined that one of the Saints would hand over the organization's secrets in one neat package.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Yu Yue immediately nodded like a pecking chicken.
"Alright, I've got to board!"
Li Bai stood up, laid two dollar bills on the table,