The new Brooklyn hotel.
Mike had just returned to his room and sat down when an elder man suddenly pushed the door open with a fury in his eyes.
"You almost stirred up a huge trouble today, do you know that?"
The elder man roared angrily.
Mike picked up his wine glass and frowned slightly.
"Uncle Jones, I am now the Young Master of the Brooklyn family, not that poor kid from Second Avenue. Can you show me some respect?"
Mike banged the table heavily, his eyes burning with anger.
"Do you think the previous Patriarch died just like that? This is the Dragon Country, where a small mistake can be disastrous!"
The elder man looked at Mike coldly, and the atmosphere in the room was tense.
"Imperial Capital University Science Project Construction Week, welcome to you. Here you'll find the most advanced cutting-edge technology lectures, and the most internationally minded scientific teams…"
The TV was suddenly filled with an enthusiastic introduction.
