The morning of the summit was expected to be rowdy. The streets of Beijing were filled with cars from all sides. The sound of horns polluted the air and deprived it of its usual peace.
Yet, there was a serene atmosphere that settled on the scene as each car slowly proceeded forward and was navigated by the police. Everyone was obedient.
Be it civilians or hunters, there was an uncanny maintenance of dignity.
Suddenly everyone became mature.
Come to think about it, seven disaster-ranked hunters are gathered. Some of them with very nasty personalities. Even reporters who would usually be reckless, gently gathered in front of the conference all, at the base of its wide magnificent stairs.
As cars stopped they began to run forward pointing mics to the mouths of hunters that dropped from their cars. That would never change about them.
