As the old saying went, a little impatience could ruin a great plan.
As the old saying went, a great man did not sweat the small stuff.
As the old saying went... to hell with old sayings!
"Just handing it over like this feels like a loss, no matter how I look at it..."
Xia Xu fiddled with a small, matte-finish USB drive.
After comforting Yang Bowen, he found that he was having trouble getting past this himself.
He did not hate foreigners, nor was he racist. He was perfectly happy to be friends with someone normal like Grant, even if he talked a little too much, was a little thick-skinned, and was a little too shameless about being broke.
But someone like Griffin Jones was rather disgusting. Even setting aside the insults and such, his two-faced, ungrateful, despicable character made it hard to feel any goodwill toward him.
Originally, Xia Xu had come here intending to slip Griffin Jones this USB drive, which might contain experimental data from the Superbrain Project.
After all, the guy was the protagonist and had Three-Star pharmaceutical talent. If the plot followed its course, there should be an extremely high chance that he could resolve the Superbrain Drug's side effects and develop a perfect version.
But all of that depended on following the original plot. Griffin Jones's pharmaceutical talent was only Three-Star, not five-star, after all. Without this crucial experimental data from the Superbrain Project, and with Xia Xu having taken most of the Superbrain Drug as well, how the hell could he develop a perfect drug?
That was why Xia Xu had already copied the contents of the USB drive. He planned to slip the original drive back to Griffin Jones, continue staying behind the scenes, and swoop in to take the prize