After breakfast, Mike took some time to visit the Trade Secret Realm. Foreskin had sent him a message, requesting a face-to-face meeting.
Foreskin had arrived early at the Trade Secret Realm.
"Fourth Bro, what's up."
"What's up."
Mike was in a good mood today. After exchanging greetings, he asked, "Got another money-making opportunity for me?"
"My boss wants to make a deal with you." Foreskin dropped a bombshell right off the bat.
Apollo?
Mike was taken aback and frowned. "That's strange, I just came back from your boss's place."
If he really wanted to make a deal, he could have just told him directly, why bother going through all this trouble?
Besides, Mike didn't have anything that Apollo would be interested in.
Even SSS-level equipment was dispensable to Apollo.
