Clichéd Face-Slapping
He was starting to panic!
Looks like I'll need to investigate this guy thoroughly when I get back!
William's leg was crossed over his shoulder, just like Mesa's, as he silently gazed at Mesa's face, lost in thought.
"By the way, if my request is approved, I can give you the rocket blueprints for free, no questions asked."
"I see!"
"With so many conditions set beforehand, I don't think the Integrated Enterprise Foundation would refuse!"
"However, since your wish is rather complicated, you'll need to wait a while, is that alright?"
Mesa picked up the coffee on the table and toasted William.
William chuckled and shook his head, then picked up his coffee and took a sip as well.
"Then I'll take my leave now. I look forward to hearing good news from Chairman Mesa!"
Mesa also rose to greet him, then extended his hand and shook hands with William.
I will let you know as soon as I have any news.
As William rode the elevator to the underground parking lot, his thoughts began to wander, returning to the conversation they had just had.
In the conversation just now!
Mesa's emotional change was not related to his desire to travel to the moon on a lunar rocket!
Rather, it has both of them.
This is the message William gleaned from the conversation just now.
Moreover, when he mentioned the fact that Japan's moon landing program was suspended due to a sudden explosion.
The change in this man's attitude was particularly noticeable!
It's really hard not to make some connections here!
"Besides!"
William held out his hand to shield his eyes from the blazing sun, and golden sunlight streamed through the gaps between his outstretched fingers onto his face.
"Their eagerness to see me off is all too obvious. They've even forgotten to ask why I wanted to go to the moon!"
After seeing William off, Mesa returned to his seat.
The spatial window unfolded shortly after its broadcast!
Inside appeared a familiar, chubby face, with short red hair, a wicked look, and a chin that looked like it had four or five layers.
It was none other than Dirk Bell, the Student Council of Le Wolfe Black Academy.
"What is it, Mesa!"
Even when dealing with acquaintances, the King of Cruelty is no better than the king himself.
Mesa, however, seemed completely unconcerned by his attitude, his expression unusually serious.
She was completely different from how she was when she was talking to William.
"Please investigate William Spengler of the Jielong Seventh Academy carefully."
"Hmm, why?"
Dirk crossed his arms and asked, somewhat puzzled.
He was assigned to the investigation after he joined the organization.
After all, he has the Black Cat Agency Organization under his command!
"In short, please help me thoroughly investigate this person's details!"
"I will explain the specifics at the next gathering."
Mesa shook his head, without directly telling Dirk the reason.
"Cut--!"
Dirk spat and then immediately closed the spatial window.
After the spatial window closed, Mesa also closed his eyes!
"Is all of this a coincidence, or intentional?"
"Let me make my own judgment!"
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Chapter 173 A Clichéd Face-Slapping Scene (4000 words, please subscribe)
The girl with waist-length silver hair had tied her hair into two small buns on either side.
She wore a white lace cardigan draped over her shoulders and a floral print spaghetti strap fitted dress.
Judging from the way she sits on the chair with her feet dangling in the air, she is probably only thirteen or fourteen years old.
However, her ample bust, which seemed to stretch her clothes so much that they almost burst, made people doubt her age.
"Why isn't it time yet!"
The girl had a plastic straw in her mouth, and she was sucking bright red watermelon juice into her pink lips.
But the girl's mind wasn't on the delicious drink at all; instead, her eyes kept drifting towards the clock hanging on the wall.
"It really was you!"
A rather arrogant voice boomed in the girl's ear, causing her hand holding the cup to tremble.