"It's a pity you didn't become an intelligence agent."
Seeing Song Lan return to his side, Lu Xiang sincerely lamented that Military Intelligence Section Seven would probably wake up laughing from a dream if they could really hire someone like Song Lan.
After the conversation, Hog Foster seemed to have found a new purpose in life.
The betrayal from a former friend forced him to temporarily set aside his "concerned citizen" act and focus on the Fisher's Club.
There was no coercion or even the use of Dominate Spiritual Energy; he simply fanned the flames with a few words in front of a Hog at his lowest, successfully turning the spotlight on the Fisher's Club.
"You have all the qualities a good intelligence agent needs, except for one thing."
"Hmm?"
"You don't like business trips and overtime."
"I don't think this job suits me, no matter how much money is offered."
