Even he could not ignore his wealth.
"I can trade with you."
Li Ming kept smiling and said, "Your Highness is indeed keen."
"But, what intelligence can Your Highness exchange?" He deliberately asked a question and then feigned sudden realization: "Oh, contacting me at this time, could it be about the information on the Three Great Civilizations' assassination of Istanbul?"
Abel's face turned sour for a moment; he hated this feeling of being closely seen through by Li Ming, yet he shook his head and said, "No, I actually don't know how exactly they killed Istanbul."
"Hmm?" Li Ming showed slight surprise, sizing up Abel, "You don't know?"
"That's right." Abel's expression was somewhat unnatural, "The relevant information is classified; the people involved are only of X-level tier and are all pillars of society that I cannot access."
"Then why are you contacting me so urgently?" Li Ming was confused.
