Ten minutes later.
Inside the large office of the Rexton City Urban Management Brigade in Silvercrest District.
Hector Hall and seven or eight other urban management officers were holding watermelons, devouring them enthusiastically.
While eating, they were praising the sweetness of today's melon.
At this moment, the office door swung open with a bang.
Startling everyone.
They looked up, staring.
They saw a middle-aged man, drenched in sweat, standing at the door.
It was none other than Caitlin Jacobson, the Brigade Leader of the Silvercrest District Urban Management.
"Mr. Grant, it's you. You scared me! Timing is everything—you've come just as a batch of melons arrived. Come sample them; they're very sweet."
Seeing this, Hector Hall stood up and greeted him.
Caitlin Jacobson let out a long breath and asked, "Did you bring someone back?"
"Yeah, an old man selling melons. Why? What's up?"
Caitlin Jacobson frowned and asked, "Are you sure it's an old man?"
