Zhang Dongfang had no choice but to leave the office and go directly to the old man's house.
Although Mr. Fletcher was still the bank manager, most of the bank's affairs had been taken over by his eldest daughter. He was now idling away at home, spending his days studying the mysterious Eastern culture.
Song Xiaodong's medical skill and incredible combat techniques left Mr. Fletcher in complete awe.
Zhang Dongfang drove straight towards the castle where Mr. Fletcher resided.
Upon pushing the door open, Mr. Fletcher was sitting in a chair, his face dark, forehead creased with clear lines, eyebrows raised, nostrils flaring, lips tightly shut, casting a silent gaze at Zhang Dongfang.
Mr. Fletcher, nearly 70 years old, was obese with a shiny forehead and a full beard. He stared at Zhang Dongfang, exuding an overwhelming presence.
"Mr. Fletcher, you wanted to see me."
