"Good afternoon, great visitors. My name is Sung Do Gong, and I am the Chairman of the Hunter Association."
Chairman Sung was an elderly man who looked to be in his late sixties. His grey hair, and the wrinkles on his face, proved his age quite well.
He had a scar on his forehead, as well as another slash scar that cut through one of his eyes.
'He must have seen a lot of action back in his days.' I smiled, watching his polite greeting to both me and Kuzon.
Not long after we stepped into the room, he entered, which meant he must have been on standby somewhere close by already.
This was his territory, after all.
~They just wanted us to sit first before calling their leader.~ Kuzon's voice echoed in my head.
'I was thinking the same thing. It's not that bad, though.'
The Chairman was dressed simply. He had a pristine white t-shirt, with a black tie nicely hanging from his neck. His black suit pants and shiny black shoes also gave him a lot of class.
