At this moment, Hunter was inwardly so excited and happy he could fly, but outwardly, he remained exceptionally calm. He crossed his arms and perched on the edge of the desk, looking at the young man sitting in the chair, "I'm here, what do you want to tell me?"
"Our time is limited, there are still many people outside who need me. If you can't present something that interests me, I won't leave you much time."
Very forceful words, as if he didn't care if the young man would confess or not.
The young man looked up at him, "Give me a cigarette."
The two exchanged glances for about seven or eight seconds before Hunter took out a cigarette, lit it, and put it in the other's mouth.
The young man took a deep drag on the cigarette, then leaned back into the chair.
He seemed exceptionally relaxed, taking another drag.
