Sure enough, Sullivan was first confused when he heard the question, then surprisingly asked, "Who is Pan Yifu?"
How important can your intelligence be with such a level of secrecy? Qu Jianlei grew more disappointed.
However, he didn't say more. Given Sullivan's ability, obtaining such relatively accurate information was already quite difficult.
As for the secrets the other party thought were important, he wasn't interested.
Even if they were indeed secrets, he had no interest in listening—he was only responsible for the guerrilla support on the periphery, knowing too many secrets wasn't good.
Finally, he asked, "Are you familiar with Fourth Master Alloy Drill?"
"Alloy Drill?" Sullivan pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head, "He generally doesn't interact with us, his reputation isn't bad."
"Alright then," Qu Jianlei put away the materials and intended to leave, "Bother you to think of a way again about the other forces' news."
