In a room, those guys who look more like politicians or big shots than gangsters suddenly burst into laughter.
The gentleman holding the phone looks particularly awkward; he appears somewhat thin, has some eye bags, a dull complexion, but not the deep dark kind of dullness.
He raised his eyebrows, adding a few more frown lines to his forehead.
It's worth mentioning that he wore his hair slicked back and had a nice "M"-shaped hairline, making his face appear heart-shaped.
He placed the phone back on its base and shrugged, sitting in the chair behind him, crossing his legs, hands intertwined on his lap without clasping tightly, "Alright, laugh if you want to!"
Initially, everyone had stopped laughing, but with his words, the gentlemen started laughing again, even he got infected by their laughter and couldn't help but laugh along.
"How many years has it been since someone talked to me like this?" he said, laughing until tears came out.
