Li Ziran looked at the rather helpless Jones and could not help laughing. Though Jones had put it quite cryptically, he could still sense the threat beneath it. He was not someone who could not read between the lines.
But he had little mood to concern himself with the figures standing behind Jones. If Jones could not handle even such a small matter, then he was unfit to act as an agent for the embryo business.
He was merely a producer. His greatest duty was to make his embryos well, not worry about the opinions of some nonexistent figures. If there was a problem with the embryos, Li Ziran would take full responsibility. But beyond that, he would not concern himself with anything.
"Jones, didn't you say that the better the goods I provided, the more say you would have?"
The abrupt question caught Jones off guard. Those were the very words he had used to persuade Li Ziran, yet now they had been returned to him in their entirety. Clearly, there was no way to argue back. He looked at Li Ziran with obvious displeasure. He disliked this feeling of things slipping out of his control in business. This Witch Doctor had utterly failed to understand his current worth.
How could someone entangled with the Abyss Military simply leave whenever he pleased?
But he did not say it aloud. The gloom on his face flashed past in an instant, replaced by his brightest smile. "Li, you're right. We'll do it your way. Just tell me whatever you need. I guarantee the finest goods."
That trace of gloom had not escaped Li Ziran's eyes. Still, he paid no attention to Jones's dissatisfaction. Business partnerships could never be perfect in every way. If Jones was to be pleased, then Li Ziran