... "So why did you bring me along to this interview?"
Inside the CIA's executive sedan, Erik looked at Fang Mo in confusion. "You should know very well that I hate those disgusting, hypocritical bastards."
"People always have to learn to grow up." Fang Mo was in an exceptionally good mood. As he watched the scenery roll by, he answered casually, "My family was poor when I was young, and I hated this idiot classmate who constantly flaunted his wealth. Who would've thought I'd become rich too... People always end up becoming what they hate most."
"The version of themselves they hate most?" Erik unexpectedly did not argue.
He thought of Sebastian Shaw, the man who had nearly changed the course of his entire life. After a moment of reflection, he sighed. "All right. Maybe you're right."
"See?" Fang Mo said with a grin.
"By the way, you already gave that ring to the President, right?" Erik soon asked again. "So he's a mutant now too? Is he planning to make that public today?"
"I'm not too sure about that." Fang Mo rubbed his chin. "Judging by how cautious those politicians are, he'll probably keep it hidden for a while longer."
"You really shouldn't have brought me here." Erik once again expressed his disgust for politicians. "I've thought about killing them more than once. John's death might have had something to do with them back then."
"If you really miss Merry Emperor, how about I have him and Ampere fight a resurrection match next time?" Fang Mo spread his hands, suddenly coming up with some wonderful new ideas about dimensional construction. "But then again, if I went to the interview alone, you guys definitely wouldn't feel at ease. So I might as well bring you along. Consider it a way