But the more he pondered, the more Andre sensed something was amiss, yet he couldn't articulate what exactly was wrong.
"Andre, I think you've gotten senile."
Although Warton was smiling, there was an unmistakable sarcasm in his tone: "Mr. President may have mentioned this Changchun Temple from Dragon Country, but what's the use? Surely you don't actually believe in God."
God might really exist!
Andre waved his hand, not bothering to retort, but calmly said: "Whether God exists or not, I don't know, but I do know he doesn't have an aircraft carrier."
"However, we still need someone to scout out Changchun Temple."
Before Warton could nod, Andre abruptly changed his tone, speaking with firm authority: "Assign your multifaceted agent to investigate it, at the very least, it won't be a waste of Mr. President's painstaking effort."
