"Great Mr. Chen Yu, having been successfully elected as the leader of the human race last night, do you have anything you'd like to say to the whole world?" Chen Yu got out of bed, bewildered and still undressed, "I don't know, I just woke up...” …
"Oh," Chen Yu realized. "Then your blood pressure must be quite high, huh."
"Bang!"
The chubby middle-aged man slammed his hand on the desk, seething with murderous intent, "Don't seek death."
"I truly didn't know," Chen Yu said, spreading his hands. "If I had known the meaning of 'Progenitor,' I wouldn't have been pondering it in the room."
"What I'm asking you is, who did you hear the term 'Progenitor' from?"
"Someone told me."
"Who."
"I don't know them, I really don't," Chen Yu said with a sincere look in his eyes.
"Chen Yu, my first impression of you is very poor. Later, you'll realize how foolish your current actions are."
After giving Chen Yu a deep look, the chubby middle-aged man did not continue to press the question. Instead, he continued to lounge with his leg crossed, leisurely drawing a cigar from his drawer and lighting it with an air of nonchalance.
He took a deep breath.
Allowing the spicy smoke to fill his lungs.