692 A possibility

They advanced and retreated, a hidden surge bubbling beneath the surface.

Reed glanced at Harbaugh, seemingly trying to assess whether Harbaugh truly didn't understand or was just playing dumb. In the calmness of the conversation, he had already switched the topic.

He even turned the object of attack onto Reed himself in a teasing manner.

However, Reed didn't reveal his own suspicions.

"Hehe."

Reed chuckled softly, without a change in his composure.

"You're the same. I'm still not sure whether you're genuinely interested in Li Wei or if it's purely a smoke bomb."

Harbaugh laughed out loud, "No matter what happened before, but now I can certainly say it's a hundred percent interest, I regret missing out on Li Wei."

Reed didn't believe a word of it. Compared to Pederson, Harbaugh was indeed more shrewd and cunning. This cleverness and astuteness had been proven in the past in the tactical battles of the games, where Harbaugh could indeed arm-wrestle with any strong team—