Cicadas were crying for their lives, and the world outside was filled with the blinding sunlight, the shadow of the eaves on the ground sharp as knives.
Gang Tianwu stood by the window and tugged at his collar, the air conditioning repairman had yet to arrive, and in just over ten minutes, he was feeling unbearably hot, his saliva sticky like glue in his throat, the office stuffy as if it were the steamer where monsters in "Journey to the West" cooked the fat monk.
There was a knock at the door, and a team member stood at the entrance, saying, "Group Leader Gang Tianwu, someone wants to see you."
"Who?"
"Chief Matsumoto Kiyonaga from Taiji Town."
"Do I know him?"
"Chief Matsumoto asked us for the hunters' information from the hunting season a couple of days ago."
"Oh!"
Once the team member mentioned it, Gang Tianwu recalled some memories, strode back to his seat, tidied up his desk briefly, wiped off the sweat, and nodded, "Invite Chief Matsumoto in, please."
