"Zhang Menglong, don't be too smug; I've recorded this entire phone call, and all of it will serve as evidence for us in court!" Michel said, "Our Huaxia division of our Storm Cloud game company will formally file a lawsuit against you!"
In Michel's hand was a small recording device; as an old fox, he was very experienced in playing these tricks.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Michel," Zhang Menglong said with a calm and collected smile, "In Huaxia, recording audio without the other party's knowledge has no legal effect. Moreover, I advise you to throw that thing away immediately, or it might become very dangerous!"
"Zhang Menglong, do you think I, Michel, am easily frightened?" Michel gripped the recording pen even tighter in his hand.
"Show him some color," Zhang Menglong seemed to say to someone who wasn't there.
Suddenly, the recording pen in Michel's hand eerily exploded, instantly covering his hand in blood.
