The aura emanating from the man exudes authority without anger, making people instinctively fearful.
President Owen walked all the way to the lobby. He glanced around but didn't see Crossley Gibson's figure. His thin lips curved slightly before he strode away.
Benjamin Turner chased after him; by the time he reached downstairs, President Owen had already driven off in a silver sports car.
"Master Turner, who is that guy? He's so arrogant!" A young subordinate approached Benjamin Turner and asked quietly.
Benjamin Turner glared at him: "What do you know!? He's the boss of the biggest gang in the mainland. He certainly has the power and the right to be arrogant. What do you know, really!?"
"Yes, yes, yes..." The young man nodded and bowed, realizing he misspoke.
