Thirty-nine-year-old Sean Lei dragged his somewhat bloated and overweight body to sit opposite Tommy, and the first thing he said after sitting down was:
"When Mr. Rick Russo got up to leave, I saw him make a gesture like he was wiping sweat, looking like he was in a bit of a hurry. Unlike him, I prefer to wipe my sweat first."
As he spoke, he amicably sized up Tommy with his somewhat murky eyes and said gently, "Usually when I deal with people, I hint subtly that I am severely overweight, so my heart and blood vessels have problems; I can't be startled. This tactic works quite well; they treat me more gently and give me some... I see you're not likely to be that kind of person, Mr. Hawk. After saying so much, you haven't even prepared to hand me a tissue to wipe my sweat... I'm just joking."
Having said that, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead where there was actually no sweat.
