Next morning.
Outside the CEO's office of the Huo Corporation.
Watching yet another senior executive emerge with a defeated look, the others waiting to report and get their documents signed all unconsciously gulped.
The CEO's usual sternness was enough to instill fear, but today he seemed to be in an even worse mood. As each went in they seemed to "die"; none were spared. Those still waiting felt they were definitely on a one-way road to "death."
Fortunately, their savior—Han Ye—had arrived.
The senior executives immediately crowded around, smiling, "President Han, weren't you on a business trip to Jing City? Your return couldn't be more timely!"
"Brother Ye, our great savior, with you here, our lives are spared!"
Han Ye was speechless, "Look at you guys, losing your nerve like this. It's not like Xiyao eats people, is he really that scary?"
The executives chuckled nervously, "Mr. Huo doesn't eat people, but his mood is unpredictable. That's what we're afraid of!"
