New York, Queens, inside Chu Feng's Exorcism Agency office.
A week had passed since the last phone call with Boris.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the window, softening considerably.
Chu Feng sat in his office, smiling at his computer screen. In the center of the display, a mushroom cloud was majestically rising.
He picked up the glass of red wine from the desk and took a gentle sip. "Miss Mary Shaw, I hope you enjoy this gift from humanity."
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
After a series of light knocks, before Chu Feng could say anything, the doorknob turned with a CLICK as the lock core rotated.
Then the door was pushed open, and Taran, dressed in a pale blue skirt suit, entered, her low-heeled leather shoes making a CLACKING sound.
"You seem quite at ease, big boss..." Taran remarked, observing Chu Feng sitting leisurely in his chair, wine glass in hand.
