Chapter 86

An old man with a head of white hair and a long white beard was sitting at the head of the conference table. However, he was sharp looking and in high spirits. His features were gentle, but at this moment they were locked into a tight frown, revealing the strong malice of an experienced soldier.

He stared at the frivolous figure across him and rumbled in a dignified tone, "Hank, I hope you can think it over."

Hank wore a light blue shirt today. The two buttons on his collar were loosened, revealing part of his chiseled collarbone, which looked exquisite under his slender neck.

There was a carefree and frivolous smile on his face, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, "Mr. President, I did think clearly."

The rest of the people at the conference table were silent and didn't dare to speak at all, for fear that if they interrupted rashly they would be squished to death by the two big shots.