A Headache

Blade Flash

July arrived, and life on Earth went on as usual.

In North America, the "International Police" spent every day shouting about who they were going to beat up next. Those they were fighting now, those they planned to fight, and those they would fight in the future were all laid out in a clear, step-by-step plan.

Europe was being put through the wringer by the mysterious disappearance of "Tears of an Angel." Someone died every day, though people had died every day before, so a few more made little difference.

Africa was still fighting back and forth. If a day went by without a fight, something felt wrong. They took life and death in stride and fought anyone who dared challenge them.

China, and Asia as a whole, was relatively peaceful. After all, the source of the turmoil, "Tears of an Angel," had been sold to the French for a hundred million euros in cash. Now that it was lost, it was the Europeans' problem. It had originally come from a flea market in Paris, France, so no one came looking for trouble with Li Bai.

Compared to the value of "Tears of an Angel," a hundred million euros was nothing.

Saturday was Su Mei's birthday.

At the same workplace, people who got along became friends, and those who didn't were merely coworkers.

There were ordinary friends and close friends, too. Xiao Li the nurse and Li Bai had always gotten along well. She had invited him personally to her birthday celebration, which meant she clearly counted him among her close friends.

Over the course of a person's life, they might have hundreds or thousands of ordinary friends, but they would always have only a handful of close ones. Some people might even have fewer than ten.

Li