Henry's tone always carried a certain provocative edge.
Feng Ting and Sikong Jian looked at him, wanting to land a punch on that troublemaking face of his.
Standing beside Henry, the scientist Grant held a thick stack of documents, carefully leafing through them, with no intention of intervening.
"Ha, did I touch a sore spot?"
Henry had already figured out that the car he encountered outside the Leader's Manor in the morning surely belonged to Feng Ting. Seeing the dejection and defeat on their faces in the afternoon, he knew they definitely hadn't met the God of Death Leader.
Sikong Jian crossed his arms and gave Henry a sidelong glance, retorting, "Did you guys meet the God of Death Leader?"
"Of course," Henry replied without hesitation, "We even had coffee with the leader and talked for over half an hour."
Since no one was exposing their lies, he could say whatever he wanted.
Grant raised his eyelids slightly but ultimately said nothing.
Sikong Jian: ....
Silly fool.
