Although he was urging by Dr. Moller, Li Bai was still not too slow. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, tidyed up his personal hygiene, changed his clothes, and then went to the restaurant to have a meal, chewed slowly, and maintained a healthy life.

When I saw Dr. Moller who had been waiting in the hotel lobby for a long time, it was already an hour later.

"Silly Pig Mole!"

Li Bai wore a casual white suit, said hello casually, and then ordered a cup of Italian latte.

Milk and coffee are like stinky tofu with whiskey*******onjour!”

Dr. Moller, whose daylily had already become cold, had long since disappeared from the excitement at the beginning and responded reluctantly.

What other jokes are you selling?!

There is no such atmosphere at the moment.

In the game of interpersonal relationships, whoever can’t calm down first will lose first.

After all, Li Bai only told him that he would come here in the past two days. When he found out the information about the hotel he stayed at was Dr. Moller's own channel. He knew it shortly after checking in. The phone call early in the morning could be said to be uninvited.

It’s no wonder that Li Bai was not led by the rhythm, and he was not an unknown man at all. How could he come and go immediately after summoning him?!

The researcher's ability to be human and worldly is still a bit poor, after all, he doesn't need to rely on this to make a living.

Seeing Li Bai taking two sips of coffee, Dr. Moller asked tentatively: "Can you prepare to set off?"

Li Bai said slowly: "Wait a little longer!"

After saying that, he looked in the restaurant and of course he was not alone.

There was a crying sound coming from there, and the service staff ran back and forth, busy for more than half an hour. An ambulance passed through the hotel gate and circled towards the back door.

The Qingyao Demon Girl and Hong Li's Demon Girl walked out of the restaurant slowly, with elegant steps and calmness.

Dr. Moller looked at the two girls in a daze, then slowly looked at Li Bai, and asked in confusion: "Are they going to join the 'saints' club'?"

I was secretly happy that these were two powerful new members of the "Saints Association".

To this day, the two demon girls, Qingyao and Hong Li, are already well-known and cannot be treated as ordinary girls.

Li Bai leaned against the seat and said relaxedly: "It is of course impossible to buy one and two free ones. They are just here to have a free meal."

He straightforwardly pointed out the purpose of the two witches. Yes, he just made a living, so don’t think too much about anything else. I believe that the “Saints” would not be able to afford a meal, otherwise such an organization would be added.

What else can a poor and LOW organization have?

Just now, the two demons cried in the hotel breakfast restaurant. It was just over. The chef, who was so tired that he collapsed, was carried into the ambulance. This time he almost fought for his life.

Seeing that he threw out 500,000 euros of cash, the hotel breakfast kitchen gritted the bullet and refused to admit defeat for the glory of the French feast. The chefs cried while busy, but in the end they couldn't hold on and were directly killed. They had to borrow a chef-qualified person from a nearby restaurant, so they barely maintained the two demon girls eating the sea. The service staff running back and forth were sweating profusely, and their hands and feet were about to cramp, but they did not dare to stop serving the food at all, for fear that the other party would eat him as soon as they stopped. This was simply terrible.

The guests who had breakfast together looked at them as if they saw monsters, and they were probably full just by looking at them.

In fact, it is easy to get enough food for women with big and small witches. As long as there are enough ingredients, two Chinese cooking classes will come to take big pots and stoves, and take turns to get out of the pot. The ones you are not afraid of are these foodies.

When we were in the Huaxia peacekeeping force camp outside Mogadishu, the capital of Somalia, the military canteen did not collapse, not once!

Dr. Mole, who had been eating turtles in Li Bai's place for a while, said carefully: "Yes, can you leave? Or sit for a while?"

The French branch of the "Saints Association" is ready, so it's better to prepare for a while.

Li Bai drank the Italian latte in his hand and stood up and said, "Let's go!" The two witches did not need to eat.

"Okay, please!"

Mole led Li Bai and the two witches onto the business car that had been waiting for a long time at the hotel entrance and headed to the destination.

He just didn't care about it. France is a European food country that is as famous as the Oriental China.

Eastern China and Western France are all places where chefs and big meals are offered, so naturally they are not afraid of foodies.

Actually, thinking about it, in the breakfast restaurant of the hotel just now, the French chefs would rather cry and be so tired that they were paralyzed than let go. In a very good restaurant, the white flag was raised by the customer. Are you still shameless?!

The vehicle starts and quickly integrates into the traffic flow during the morning rush hour.

The population density of France is not like that of China and Japan, which is similar to that of second-tier cities in China. If you only count the permanent population, you will probably not even be in the fourth-tier cities in China. The local population in the capital area, plus foreigners and foreigners, even if the traffic control ability is far less than that of the morning rush hour in China and Japan, it is difficult to have a congestion in the inner third ring and the outer third ring.

"Doctor Li Bai, this time, in order to welcome your association, there is even an 'saint' who is present in person."

Strength represents status. As a member of the "Saints Association", Dr. Moller is extremely respectful to Li Bai, the prospective newcomer of the "Saints Association".

"Oh, can you say 'saints'? What do they do?"

Before he joined the "Saints Association", Li Bai began to inquire about information without any technical content in person, without even covering up or detouring.

He was not even a serious intelligence officer, but had received some relevant training. Out of professional habits, the doctor asked, isn’t it natural for the patient to answer truthfully?

"Doctor Li Bai, I can only tell you now that the 'saint' who came this time was named Hercules Enzo Camillo. His authority is power. As for the others, you will naturally know when you arrive at the place."

When talking about the "Saints Association", Dr. Moller naturally became proud and began to keep his word again.

"Hercules? Hercules? Hercules? Do you still have mythical characters?"

Li Bai was a little unbelievable, how much strength can a mortal have?

Even the "Apostle" warriors created by the Americans can only use special human body modulation technology and superscalar ATP to burst out "crazy" power that is almost extraordinary in a short period of time.

I don’t know where the so-called saints of the “Saints Association” came from, and they dared to touch the authority of the gods. Are you not afraid of becoming a joke that a tiger is not a bad person?

"Yes, Lord Hercules was able to lift the car with one hand."

Dr. Moller pointed to the business car under him.

The weight of a seven-seater commercial vehicle is usually about two tons. The ability to burst out with such a great force with one hand is far beyond the physical limit of ordinary people.

Even the advanced complete body of the "Apostle" warrior known to Li Bai is nothing but this, and it can only last for a few seconds. If there is not enough ATP reserves, you will then fall into a period of weakness.

As a high-energy substance, the nature of ATP (adenine nucleoside triphosphate) is not stable, and it is a high consumption and high output, making the "Apostle" project not a perfect super warrior project.

I just don’t know how long can Hercules Enzo Camillo, one of the “saints” of the “saints” of the “saints”, be able to maintain his great power compared to a high-level “apostle” warrior like Alisa.

"So how many 'saints' are there?"

Li Bai heard about some situations from Wells Black, a senior cadre of the Animal Protection Organization and a member of the "Saints Society". At this moment, it was just enough to verify and verify from Dr. Moller.

"According to the Scriptures, there are thirteen 'saints', and we have found seven of them so far, and Lord Hercules is one of them."

Dr. Moller gave affirmation.

He already knew what other senior member, Wells Black, revealed to Li Bai.

"You are a member of the Saints, do Chairman Demville know?"

Li Bai wanted to confirm whether Dr. Mole's big funder was an insider.

Dr. Moller said truthfully: "Mr. Demwell is not aware. The Lieheral consortium is just a sponsor and umbrella of the institute. They have no intersection with the Saints."

In the "Saints Association", many members have dual identities, such as Wells Black, who are senior cadres of the Animal Protection Organization on one side and senior members of the "Saints Association on the other side. The same is true for Dr. Moller. There is no big conflict between the two identities and can be fully taken into account with each other.

"That 'Angelic Tears'?"

Li Bai suddenly mentioned a name.

"What?"

Dr. Moller was stunned, and an unnatural look flashed in his eyes.

Li Bai's eyes turned and said, "The guards steal!"

"You, what are you talking nonsense? How can you frame it!"

Dr. Moller stuttered for no reason and felt guilty.

"Stop pretending, what I do, don't you know yet? No one can lie in front of me."

The smile on Li Bai's face became more and more intense, and he seemed to have guessed something amazing.

Demville and his Leather consortium turned out to be suckers.

"No matter what you say, I won't admit it."

Silence here is better than sound, and Dr. Moller is left with a stubborn mouth.

"Don't worry, I won't betray you!"

Li Bai pinched the other party's painful foot, but he had no intention of tearing his face apart.

After all, Dr. Moller is his "saints' club" recommended, so he has to give this little face.

"You swear!"

Dr. Moller finally couldn't hold on.

He still couldn't bear to give up the sponsorship of the Lieher consortium.

After all, I am just one of the senior members of the "Saints Association". There are not five hundred senior members in the association, but there are three hundred. There are too many monks and less porridge, so the resources that can be obtained are quite limited.

As the saying goes, horses do not have night grass. If you want to maintain rapid development of the Mole Institute, you must have large investors like the Lieherel Consortium to provide continuous financial support.

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Chapter completed!