"Hmm! Hrmphh!" The President shook his head again and again.
"Speak human language please." Lu Yizhou retorted in a bored tone. He slipped out the folded knife from his boot, opened it and dangled the glinting blade in front of Merrick's eyes. "Or do you wish someone would get hurt today?"
Merrick stilled, staring at the knife with wide, terrified eyes. No, no! He couldn't let the knife graze his skin! Being humiliated and condemned didn't even hold a candle compared to having his real identity exposed to the entire world… Real tears started to rain down his face as he shook his head weakly. He wanted to plead for mercy, hell, he could even grovel under the General's feet. Anything — anything but this!
