Morgan covered his face, looking utterly hopeless, and said, "Those devils just arrived in New York yesterday, right? An elderly man over eighty, after flying for more than ten hours, still has the energy to stir up trouble? Just how much hatred does he have towards America? My God."
Gao Yang cautiously said, "Actually, it's not really destruction, is it? It's just... a little surprising."
Morgan put down his hands and said, "I haven't watched the news. Tell me what they've done. If Wall Street were blown up, I wouldn't be surprised. Alright, since I haven't received any news, it means nothing's happened, but now I just hope they don't go and blow up Wall Street. That would mean big trouble for you, Gao."
Gao Yang, with a tearful face, said, "My teacher didn't blow up the Statue of Liberty and didn't go blow up Wall Street's Bronze Bull either. He just went to do some graffiti."
Morgan was extremely surprised and said, "Graffiti?"
