The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

"I tell you that when you work under me, you must obey my orders! Now! Immediately! Tell this person to get out of here! Anyone who is waiting in the FBI office can come in!"

"And you, get me a rag, sweep up all the glass pieces on the floor, and reinstall the door!"

"You have to do all the work by yourself?! Do you understand?!"

Young Master Yan's thin red lips evoked a cold and sinister smile.

It's just that the smile doesn't reach the bottom of the eyes, and is cold to the bottom.

Na.

I haven't met such a "cute" person in many years.

The young man smiled, took a step forward, crossed his legs and sat on the sofa. There was a coldness in his gentle voice, and he wrote lightly, "Then just quit me."

The words were spoken lightly, but they seemed to weigh tens of millions of pounds.

Crowd: What did I hear?

Am I dreaming?

Joshua actually said, let him go?

Fuck!

Isn't it just for his ridiculous ideals of solving crimes that he stayed in the FBI to "endure the humiliation"?

Now, is it so easy to say it’s over?

John was also stunned for a moment.

In fact, Joshua's consultant title was awarded by senior FBI officials.

He is just a small team leader. Where did he get so much energy to fire him?

John bit the bullet and said, "In that case, get out of here now!"

"Let's go, of course we have to go."

Yan Tao smiled and crossed his legs, resting his chin on his bare hands, "I have to wait until someone comes."

people?

who?

John looked at the young man sitting leisurely, his heart suddenly beat fast, and he had a bad premonition...

The curiosity of the melon-eaters was aroused.

In the quiet office, the knock on the door rang again. After two simple knocks, a person walked in, followed by two others.

He looks like he is in his early forties, has a smart and capable temperament, a hooked nose, and high cheekbones.

He was wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a brand on his chest, and shiny leather shoes on his feet.

The aura is quite strong.

His dark blue eyes were shining brightly. As soon as he arrived, the police officers who acted as a crowd-pleaser suddenly stood up.

Draw in your abdomen, straighten your waist and raise your head, "Mr. Minister."

Christian Rowan, special agent in charge of the FBI's New York Division.

John's immediate boss.

He stood at the door of the office, looking at the shattered glass on the ground, and the livid-looking John, with a gentle smile on his face, and walked in with vigorous steps.

"Joshua, we meet again. How are you doing recently? Are you enjoying your life?"

Christian glanced at Qin Zong who was sitting on the office chair, and his eyes shrank.

What a strong aura.

What a cold man.

"Who is this……?"

"My friend's surname is Qi."

Qin Zong nodded slightly, his temperament was rather cold and light.

Christian smiled back.

As he passed John, he gave him a hard look.

"Look at the good work you did!"

The voice was so low that only John could hear it.

John immediately turned pale.

Joshua actually made this matter a big deal...

"Joshua, why did John not receive you well? I apologize to you for him." Christian knew the art of speaking well and could easily make the matter vague, "We are all a family. You also know John’s character. He speaks outright and has a bad temper. If I have offended you in any way, please forgive him this time..."