Outside President Bell's office, an attendant from the Association in a formal suit stopped Zhou Chen, who had just come out.
"Mr. Zhou Chen, a senior wishes to see you."
"A senior? Who?"
"Please, follow me."
The attendant didn't answer directly, respectfully leading the way. Utterly confused, Zhou Chen followed him.
Soon, the attendant brought Zhou Chen to the door of a lounge.
"The senior is waiting for you inside." The attendant bowed with a hand over his chest.
Zhou Chen nodded, pushed the door open, and walked in.
Inside the lounge, a bare-chested, burly man stood with his hands behind his back, watching the fish in an aquarium.
He was two meters tall, his body a mass of knotted muscles. Built like a Giant, one could faintly sense an immense heat circulating within his frame. He radiated an enormous, undeniable presence, like an active supervolcano.
Zhou Chen's mind buzzed.
'Fire God Vulcan!'
