In another city held the branch of the Holder's Association, a vast building encompassing nearly two hectares of land. Its contemporary architecture exuded an inviting air rather than an imposing one. Inside, people in smart suits moved with a sense of professionalism.
In a room on one of the floors, a long table dominated the center, with enough space for ten individuals. Currently, only two seats were filled. At the head of the table sat an elderly man with hair as white as snow, and his eyes always held a smiling twinkle, concealing his pupils. He wore a simple white robe reminiscent of a daopao. To his left was a man in a suit, his lean frame complemented by his long, cascading hair.
In front of them stood steaming cups of coffee.
"I could use a vacation, old man," the man with the long hair grumbled.
The elderly man chuckled heartily. He reached for his cup and took a sip. "Haha! Once you've wrapped up the investigation, I'll consider it, Z."
