"Aha, ice-cold cola~"
Motan didn't show much surprise; on the contrary, he clapped his hands and laughed happily: "I should have thought of it earlier. You started messing with that stuff when you were in that daytime workshop, right?"
Cholera nodded, his tone somewhat weary and disillusioned: "You could say that, but the term 'started' isn't quite accurate. Actually, I have been researching since I started cooperating with the Blood Wing Clan. But...you know, the cola formula, only a few people on Earth know it. After my AS research failed, I spent over fifteen hours daily on experiments and development, but the progress... haha, there was no progress at all. Those test products weren't even as good as sugar water!"
"Isn't that obvious..."
Motan glanced at the chubby guy in front of him and chuckled: "Something worth billions, if you could figure it out after researching fifteen hours a day for just half a year, you might as well go hang yourself."
