The President looked at him and said calmly, "I remember that you usually like to write poems. When did you become interested in martial arts? Could it be that you're already more capable than my personal guards, so you wanted to go in to protect me?"
The trembling man, Mick, lowered his head even more.
The president said with a faint smile, "Since you want to make a contribution so much, why don't you go to the front lines the next time something happens?"
When Mick heard the president say this, his face went pale. He was a popular man around Mark and had recruited many subordinates for him.
He had just calculated the time and felt that Mark should come out. But after so long, Mark had not come out, so he wanted to break in and save him.
However, he had never expected that Mark would fail after planning everything so carefully.
Mike quickly said, "President, you've misunderstood me. I didn't think that way. I just… just…"
