Alvin looked sideways at Zhang Qiang and forcefully pried his hand off his arm. "Could you stop being so gross?
It's just a corpse. I've chopped down who knows how many Deities. Why would I care about one corpse?
I don't mind showing it to you, but I won't have time to study it with you until after I'm married."
As he spoke, Alvin watched Zhang Qiang rub his hands together like a fly. He smiled and said, "But I have one condition: you have to share the Gun Club's records about these Deities and 'Immortals' with Professor Wilson.
They're just historical materials. What's the point of locking them away in a safe as if they're classified?
Under Professor Wilson's guidance, Ethan Hunt has opened more than a dozen ancient tombs. The records they found are all available to you. Keeping yours under wraps like this isn't helping the preservation or discovery of world history and culture.
I only found out today that 'gods' and 'Immortals' aren't the same thing. So whose fault is that?"
Zhang Qiang had more or less gotten used to Alvin's brand of shameless arguing. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. "If you can guarantee the records won't get out, I can apply to share some of them with you.
All of them is definitely out of the question. 'Inheritance' is one of China's core interests. No one can interfere with it until we reach a definite conclusion."
Seeing the contemptuous look in Alvin's eyes, Zhang Qiang sighed and said helplessly, "It's not that the Gun Club is stingy. We've already brought Mountain Shaker down to the most basic schools. Anyone can go through the motions of a set of Broadcast Calisthenics.
But Mountain Shaker is controllable. The other inheritances aren't.
Think about it. If