The professor didn't mind Zhou Qingfeng's indifference at all. He walked up to the large desk with a cheerful smile, casually pulled up a chair, sat down, and said in a low voice:
"Victor, congratulations. If you were a spy, you've successfully infiltrated the core of the United States' bureaucratic system."
Zhou Qingfeng sneered, "Don't talk nonsense, and don't try to use anything to blackmail me. At worst, I can just leave now, get the hell out of this place.
Once I'm gone, who will even remember who Oliver Harden is? His origins and whereabouts will become an unsolved mystery in history."
Professor Hart couldn't help but calm him down hastily, "Don't, don't leave. What will I do if you leave?
Initially, I only thought about saving more people, so I thought of letting you replace Harden.
I didn't expect you to do so well that you caught the White House's attention. If you leave, the top will definitely investigate me, and I can't handle it."
