"So?"
Motan whistled and asked, "Do you think we can gain any benefits from this?"
"Impossible."
Foster answered resolutely, without a moment's hesitation, "As it stands, the Clown Brand is just too weak. We don't even have the qualifications to sit at the table. Being able to avoid harm and benefit from opportunities is the limit for us at this stage."
Motan didn't show any sign of disappointment. Instead, he nodded with satisfaction, "That's very well said. Let's do as you suggested. After all, we're just a common public welfare organization, it's enough that we can move forward with the tide of the times."
"A public welfare organization..."
Foster narrowed his red eyes slightly and murmured, "If we can indeed do some good for the world, that'd be nothing but gratifying."
Motan laughed, revealing a very sinister smile, "The innocence in your bones is something I very much admire too, Mr. Red Heart K."
"You're too kind."
