Suddenly, the noisy corridor became quiet. Jonathan, in a black suit, stepped onto the white marble floor and came towards me. Every step he took increased the fear of people's faces, except me. I became more eager and reassured as he approached me.

He came close to me, and turning around to the reporter opposite me, he said, "Are you asking the question?"

"Mr. Li……"

Jonathan raised his hands abruptly, slapped the reporter, who then fell to the ground.

He covered his swollen face, looking at the men around him, terrified, he dared not to stand up. Jonathan crouched down to pinch his fingers and asked, one word at a...