Chu Feng looked at the Deputy Director of the National Security, saying, "Since you think I'm overstepping, I won't issue you the invoice. Issuing an invoice means we have to pay taxes too. If you don't want the invoice, I can give each of you a bottle of Coke."
"Why, don't you want Coke? Then how about Sprite! If Sprite won't do, orange juice is fine too."
The Deputy Director of National Security really wished he could strangle Chu Feng to death right then and there.
Chu Feng was truly pushing people too far.
"You have ten more seconds to think it over. If you don't agree, you can stay here too and let your leaders come to pick you up. I'm quite upset today, and if your National Security can be more troublesome than me, I'll feel a lot better," said Chu Feng.
The face of the Deputy Director of National Security changed upon hearing Chu Feng's words.
