"He said that?" Tang Mo's face wore a playful smile as he put down his pen and looked up at Wes, "The owner of the place you often buy intelligence from wants to cooperate with me?"
"It seems so, and he also agreed to help find the intel we want from Shireck," Wes shrugged, "He hopes to talk to you."
"No problem, I have all the time in the world!" Tang Mo felt that Lady Luck was truly perched on his shoulder lately, bringing him pillows just as he fell asleep.
The attendant of that Beiji, had inadvertently presented himself at his doorstep, and now that he was thinking of setting up an intelligence agency, another agency conveniently showed up...
He even felt that this might be the legendary protagonist halo; capable underlings around him seemed to have a tendency to bow their heads in allegiance.
At that moment, Tang Mo was even a little impatient because for him, still so fragile, every increment of strength heralded a transformation.
