Intel Gathering
"I suppose I need not explain why what we are here for, correct," The Li family head, Li Tianming, asked the people sitting in front of him. They were, just like him, the respective leaders of their families in this City of Delight. They were Zhang Huixin and Wang Yuhan. The former was a round-bellied old woman, with makeup thick enough to be spread on a cake, while the latter was a dashing young man, with black hair that had light-blue streaks in it.
There were many others gathered, from elders to bodyguards, but they deserved no mentioning in the presence of these three.
"Could we get some food rolling in first? I can't concentrate on the conversation otherwise," Zhang Huixin said.
"You're kidding, right?" Wang Yuhan gave her a weird stare.