Zhuo Zi'ang: "Huh?"
Kang Chen: "Was I not clear enough?"
Zhuo Zi'ang quickly shook his head: "Clear, clear... It's just, which gate?"
Kang Chen put down the steel pen, "Are you looking for trouble this early in the morning? Which gate do you think it is?"
Zhuo Zi'ang waved his hands repeatedly: "I... I just... I don't know... There are so many gates here."
Kang Chen's brows furrowed tightly. He said nothing, just stared at Zhuo Zi'ang.
Zhuo Zi'ang felt a chill down his spine from the stare and became immensely uncomfortable.
Stuttering, he said, "I... I get it now... the main gate... the guard post."
Kang Chen, with an icy tone: "Then why aren't you going..."
"Yes, uh... but, Mr. Chen, what about Huo Er?"
Huo Er and Fu Dongliu—they were both standing downstairs and had been waiting for two hours already.
The two were waiting for his response now.
Kang Chen's face darkened. After a moment, he said, "Let him submit his transfer request directly."
