Feng Ting's voice was deep and solemn.
The stern features, unsmiling, flickered with the swaying light.
The aura and pressure of a superior, inch by inch, drained the air around Arthur.
Arthur's expression was distorted, filled with agony.
The sudden move by Feng Ting made the few Presidential Guards stationed in the basement hesitate for a second, and then they swiftly drew their weapons, all entering the highest alert state.
For interrogating prisoners, was it necessary for the President to personally intervene?!
The President must be extremely angry for doing this, right?
They were both astonished and frightened.
Instinctively, they silently looked at Yun Sang, as if asking Yun Sang to urge the President.
Yun Sang raised his eyebrows; he was also quite surprised.
He had always thought that Feng Ting was the kind of person who followed rules strictly from a young age, living without deviation or exception like a machine.
