"Chief Mo, I am the person in charge," said the female boss, stepping forward with a respectful attitude as a cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
She had previously received other high-ranking officers from the Superpower World, but none had exerted such an oppressive force on her.
He hardly needed to do anything; just standing there evoked fear in people.
No wonder he was the infamous young executioner who ravaged cities.
Merely his presence alone was incomparable to others.
Such a person was born to be a king.
"Is this dress a product sold by your shop?" Mo Zhixuan's assistant handed the dress over to the female boss.
The female boss took the dress, glanced at it, and said very respectfully, "Yes, it's sold by our store. Chief Mo, may I ask if there's any problem?"
This particular dress was the unique creation of an elderly artist, one of a kind in the entire Superpower World, so the female boss recognized it almost at a glance.