After Fang Mo hung up the phone.
Before long, the President sent over a death-row inmate.
This alone showed that after the two sides had reached a consensus through mutual interests, the other party was still quite willing to satisfy Fang Mo's various demands.
Even the President himself.
Could not understand why Fang Mo insisted on wanting a severe pedophile...
If Fang Mo had clamored for a boy or girl, or said he could only happily ejaculate while fighting the strongest person alive, the President could have understood and found a way to satisfy his demands. But insisting on a pedophile was something he simply could not comprehend.
Could this be the other party's special fetish?
At that thought.
The US President was a little dumbfounded.
He subconsciously glanced at the colleagues around him. Considering Fang Mo's godlike strength, he felt that these scumbags would not be able to keep their asses safe forever...
But then again.
Fang Mo had no idea what the President was thinking.
His current plan was simple: he just wanted to find a place to make a batch of loyal company employees.
And to avoid drawing attention.
He temporarily rented an office building that happened to be vacant.
The building had previously housed another company, but judging from the state of the place, that company had most likely gone bankrupt.
The entire building was now nothing more than an empty shell. All the facilities had been removed, and even the floor tiles were gone, leaving only uneven concrete floors. Merely walking inside made the sound of stepping on broken concrete echo endlessly.
Fortunately, Fang Mo was only making people.
He did not care much about the interior decoration.
After receiving the death-row inmate sent by the President, Fang Mo immediately dragged him into the