Mo Fan, Don’t Act Impulsively

"Hahahaha, young people always speak their minds. If old men like us compare him to a wild dog, we'll be immensely hated," said President Hong Wu.

"Uncle, I'll leave first. I'm glad to meet such an amazing young Chinese man here," said Clark.

Clark approached Mo Fan, but he looked at Yan Lan with contempt and mockery in his eyes. He looked at her as though to force her to remember how he had murdered her companions.

Yan Lan stood behind Mo Fan. She was too scared to say a word.

Clark smiled and walked past Mo Fan. He slowly left the office along the wooden spiral staircase. His leather shoes tapped against the floor as he walked.

President Hong Wu stopped smiling. He stared at Mo Fan and frowned. "Do you two have bad blood?"