Zhou Mansion's study room.
Jin Zhu sat behind a mahogany desk, looking askance at West Wind with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Division Head, you're such a good actor; is the loyal appearance you show me every day also an act?"
West Wind: "Ah?"
Jin Zhu's words, like a bolt of thunder, struck West Wind who was still immersed in his role as Division Head.
He was jolted awake.
West Wind, feeling miserable inside, hurriedly said, "My lord, my loyalty to you shines as clear as the sun and the moon, without a hint of falsehood."
Jin Zhu smiled a little, not dwelling on the topic, "What do you think about that person wearing the tiger mask just now?"
West Wind immediately responded, "Quite powerful, definitely more so than me."
Jin Zhu said with deep meaning, "What if I told you that he is just a shop assistant from some store, would you believe me?"
West Wind was taken aback, "How is that possible?!"
