After a long wait, the electronic door behind Brother Jue finally opened again. Outside it stood a tall body covered in tinfoil armor. One had to say… the man looked poor.
"I believe… I should represent the USL to apologize to you, Mr. Feng Bujue." Tinfoil Man stood outside the door to tell Brother Jue. "Wayne has overreacted, I hope that doesn't pose any offence."
"Oh no, I was enjoying myself." Feng Bujue looked at the man calmly and said calmly. "Oh, if possible, please call me the Poker."
"Of course, the Poker." Tinfoil Man added. Feng Bujue nodded slightly. He walked to the door and when he was in front of the man, he asked, "You are tinfoil man, yes?"
"Yes." Tinfoil Man replied, "But you can call me Stark."
"Okay, Stark." Feng Bujue continued, "Since you are here, then it can only mean that the meeting of your highest committee is already over. Might I know… how does the league decide to dispense with me?"
