The supervising agents were trembling.

Lux, in particular, squinted at the big-nosed agent, pondering whether to transfer this subordinate to dig wells in the desert!

"Hey, my brother." Fang Zong walked over, patted Yang Tiesheng on the shoulder, smiled broadly, and said casually, "Anyone who insults me is the same person who insults me. Tiesheng Yang, you've made me get insulted."

Upon hearing this, Yang Tiesheng, Elizabeth, and the other three top agents all turned green with shock.

Damn it! The officer has already made things so clear, what are they still trying to explain?

Let's give it our all!

Laurentine, who had no fighting ability, rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

Five against dozens is obviously a disadvantage, but before it even started, the supervising agents, whose faces were even greener, coughed.

Things suddenly took a strange turn.

No one dared to fight back?

Fang Zong simply smiled, but at that moment, everyone understood—the power and status of the chief agent Fang… were not to be trifled with.

...

Amidst the fearful gazes of many, Fang Zong dismissed Yang Tiesheng and the others, and incidentally punished them by making them copy the Three Character Classic a thousand times in Chinese before they went down the elevator.

When they arrived at the entrance of the San Francisco building, someone suddenly chased after them.

“Fang, your status is rising higher and higher.” Lux’s azure eyes sparkled.

"And then?" Fang Zong asked.

Lux looked at him intently and smiled, "The higher your status, the fewer friends you have. How about getting a pet to comfort you? I have connections; you can have any kind of pet you want."

"Thanks!" Fang Zong decisively refused.