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.
"Hold on, it's like this..." Foreskin patiently explained, "My boss is worried that you might feel obligated to accept if he asked you directly, so he asked me to come instead."
I see.
