Painter: "..."
That was the right reaction. This was how Bai Ye should have reacted in his expectations, though it had come a little late.
"Painter, have you been doing well these past years?" Bai Ye asked with concern.
"Uh... not bad, I guess." Painter had originally planned to play the victim, but Bai Ye's smooth change in demeanor threw off his train of thought, leaving him with only that reply.
"That's good. So where's the Chief Judge?"
Painter instinctively pointed east. "At the research institute to the east."
The moment he finished speaking, the hand enthusiastically patting his shoulder withdrew at once.
Painter's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly grabbed Bai Ye, who was about to leave.
"Lord Black King, don't leave me behind! I risked my life to come help you."
Bai Ye looked back in surprise. "Why are you still here?"
Painter: "..."
If not for the plan, he truly would have lost it with Bai Ye right then.
He took a deep breath, instantly slipping into the role of a master actor.
"Lord Black King, I know you don't trust me, but there is some important intelligence I must tell you. I ask for nothing else, only that I can be of help to you."
Bai Ye was immediately puzzled. "No, since when were we that close? Wasn't it you who used Fated Hit to screw me over?"
He could not even remember exactly how many times Painter had screwed him over. Probably tens of thousands.
The most recent time had been when Big Tong choked him earlier. That innately evil Painter had deliberately possessed a woman to drive a wedge between him and An Xiaotong.
Painter took another deep breath and looked earnestly into Bai Ye's eyes. "I have selfish motives for helping you. I know