The Man Named Clinton

Before any of them could react, a man with concealed features walked into the room in large strides.

Alex looked at the man who had just barged in uninvited but didn't say anything.

Instead, he looked at the professor as he was sure the professor would know the man.

And not much to his surprise, he saw the professor's expression become distorted from anger.

Alex smiled seeing this, even though he didn't know what relationship the man and the professor had.

"Old man, how have you been?" The man smiled as he glanced at the professor with a mocking smile.

"Clinton, what are you doing here?" Professor Wilfred gritted his teeth as he managed to ask the man directly, ignoring his question.

"Your temper is just as it had always been..."

"I've told you old man many times that your temper won't change a thing." The man smiled mockingly, ignoring the professor's questions.

"Get out!" The professor pointed at the door signifying the man to leave.

"Ohh no professor, you have some visitors." The m