The Oval Office.
A place ordinary people could not enter, the workplace of the USA's highest leader.
Lu Chengwen had never understood why it had to be made round. Wasn't that awkward?
And it was not even that large—less than a quarter the size of his own office. Didn't the president feel cramped here?
Dong Jianguo sat behind the desk with a smile on his face.
Eric sat on the sofa beside him. The moment he saw Lu Chengwen enter, he immediately stood up.
"You bastard! You made a fool out of me! You Huaxia-born son of a bitch! Without the Huo Group backing you, trash like you isn't even worthy of being in the same place as me. If you know what's good for you, pack up and get the hell back to your own hemisphere. Otherwise, I'll make sure you die without even knowing how—"
Dong Jianguo seemed pleased to see this scene. He smiled and made no move to stop it.
Lu Chengwen glanced at Dong Jianguo, then backhanded Eric across the face. The blow spun Eric halfway around before he collapsed onto the sofa.
The secretary of state and Vice President were both shocked.
"Lu, this is the president's office. You can't resort to violence!"
"He insulted me."
"You can insult him back." The Vice President went over to help Eric up.
The secretary of state said, "We know all about your way of doing things, but this is the USA. You are in the president's office right now. You need to know your place!"
Lu Chengwen looked at him. "I didn't hit you, did I?"
"What!?"
Smack. Lu Chengwen slapped him, and the secretary of state fell to the floor as well.
"Hey!" Dong Jianguo stood up. "Lu! What the fuck are you doing!? Fuck!