"Hahaha! Really, he said that? That is the funniest thing I've ever heard this week. Ow, tears are coming out of my eyes." Blake Shu wiped the corner of his eyes after laughing his ass out.
Inside the usually empty house, two high-ranking officers together with a government official sat opposite him. Outside the alleyway, dozens of military soldiers stood every meter away from each other eyeing the people passing by.
The man opposite him blew smoke to the side and sat straight after coughing a few times. "This is top quality? This tastes like shit."
The man dissed the homemade cigar and flicked it away. It bounced against the wall and dropped on the floor still lit up.
The cigar was one of the products sold by the Newsroom, handcrafted by one of their members who know the basics. They have limited supply and every piece was a luxury good.
