The bald man was in his late forties, dressed in a blue stand-collar suit in the style of the Republic of Da Hua. His jawline was broad, his lips were thin as if cut with a knife, his nose ridge high, and his eye sockets deep. Although he was bald, his eyebrows were exceptionally dense.
From his appearance, one could tell he was a man with a very strong desire for control, extremely conceited and deeply suspicious.
But at this time, the President of the Republic of Da Hua didn't have any conceited expression on his face; instead, he was looking at the young man opposite him with a respectful and fervent gaze.
"No, Immortal Lin, there's nothing to be sorry for. I'm very grateful that you have made me aware of the existence of people like you with great power in this world,"
Mr. President shook his head and said with a smile:
