Conflict of Interests

"It has been ten years. How are you, chief?"

Looking at the white-haired Xi Menjian holding a cup of tea before him, Fang Yuan asked him how he was doing. From the corner of his eye, he could see Zhao Daniu and Ye Yingzi furiously exchanging glances.

"I'm blessed enough to be still surviving from all these exhaustion!"

Xi Menjian blew gently at his cup of hot tea.

Fang Yuan admired him for his determination and patience.

At the arrival of the third occurrence, on such a doomsday like this, as the chief of the Religious Bureau, Xi Menjian had the control of all the mutants in Chinese Country and would, therefore, be extremely busy. The stress that he was facing was also more than anyone could imagine.

Under such circumstances, he either had an ulterior motive or was crazy to take the time to visit his old subordinate.

However, Xi Menjian didn't seem like a crazy fellow, which means only one possibility was left.