A man stepped out of the Mercedes and headed straight for Zhao Rong's group of five. He had slicked-back, oily hair and wore a trench coat and sunglasses, with a cigar clamped in his mouth and a cane in his hand.
Upon reaching Zhao Rong, the man clapped him on the shoulder, gave him a thumbs-up, and said, "Zhao Rong, you completed this mission spectacularly."
Recognizing the familiar voice, Zhao Rong realized the person before him was none other than the Chairman. He was taken aback; the Chairman now looked completely different from how he remembered. "Chairman, I remember you used to look different," Zhao Rong said. "Why the new getup? With the top hat, sunglasses, cigar, cane, and trench coat, you look like a mob boss from a movie."
The Chairman glanced around nervously before whispering, "You don't know this, but Wang Jingang, the number one assassin in Xijing City, is after me."
