Several miles away from City B, Chairman Mao of the Hunter Association has his phone in his ears as he overlooks City S's bright, bustling nightlife through the floor-to-ceiling glass window of his hotel room. A perceptible smile is present on his face while he listens to whatever the other person is saying at the other end of the line.
"Bwahahaha!" Chairman Mao suddenly burst out laughing. His face was as red as a ripe tomato, showing how amused he was. "Shen Yuan did?! Hahaha, that's good! That's good. He did a great job!"
He stopped to hear the other's response.
"Well, I think I'll be hearing an earful from the prime minister, but what the heck, I can handle it. Haha."
Chairman Mao then noticed someone moving behind him, so he turned to look at the person and smiled when he recognized him.
The gentle scent of chamomile wafted in the air, easing anyone who could smell it.
