When the meeting concluded, Jax stormed out of the room. His personal secretary hurried to keep up with him.
They exited the Association headquarters and got into a black car that was waiting for them. The driver closed the door, and the vehicle pulled smoothly into the city traffic.
Jax slammed his fist against the armrest between the seats.
"That old bastard! Paulas has finally gone senile! Utterly senile!"
The secretary flinched but remained silent, staring straight ahead.
'The President is one of the ten strongest hunters in the country, and you are calling him senile? You have got to be kidding me.'
"'Observe and recruit'! What a load of crap! That unranked piece of trash made a Beast King kneel! A being that could wipe this city off the map! And the President wants to give him a pat on the head and a membership card? He is a threat!"
'A threat? Yes. But the President's approach is the logical one. Why is he so angry?'
