Hunting Dogs
In one of the hotels under Han Corporation was a secret dining room that only a few selective people were allowed to enter. To make a booking could take four months in advance even to celebrities or the well known aristocrats but today, all bookings had been pushed back, simply to hold an urgent meeting between the main business holder of the weapon trading.
Han XiGuang was the one who had called them all, gathering the three men who was already seated at the round table.
One of the man was much younger than the other two, even younger when compared to Han XiGuang. He watched the elder men beside him, the one with the round sunglasses sighed, "I thought he had called us here for an urgent matter but I don't see how this could be urgent if he is late to come to the meeting himself."
"Mr. NaGuam," he finally spoke out, "Are you late for your date?"