Xing Han arrived at the hotel that Nitocris and Zack were staying. He was met at the airport by someone Yuri had arranged, and was immediately sent to Nitocris's room. Xing Han couldn't call Nitocris before he left because his phone was out of battery and when he arrived, his phone didn't have roaming, but Yuri assured him that he would get it done soon.

It didn't bother Xing Han, really.

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All he knew was that Nitocris was busy at a meeting, so he wouldn't disturb him but would be back by evening. He would be seeing his Cookie again. That was the most important thing.

He took it for granted that Nitocris would know he was here, since Yuri arranged everything. But now, he had several hours to kill before his Cookie came back.

Thinking about this, Xing Han looked out the window.

He had never been to this part of the world, even though it wasn't that far from Country Tz. Only a 2 hour journey by plane. Thinking of the number of hours he had before he could get hold of Cookie, he felt that the best thing right now was to go exploring.

He made sure his phone was fully charged before he left the hotel room.

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Nitocris was frowning.

Well, frowning more than usual.

He kept looking at his phone and would make sure it was actually working.

It was.

He frowned more.

He hated these business trips.

He knew his little puppy had trouble sleeping at night, and he had almost not come. But seeing how agitated Xing Han had been when he felt he was holding him back, Nitocris reluctantly agreed.

He would video-call his puppy every night and talk to him until he fell asleep. Only when he saw that Xing Han had fallen asleep would Nitocris be assured. Still, he didn't hang up the call until the next morning.

Just in case Xing Han woke up in the middle of the night.

The phone bill was nothing compared to making sure his puppy was alright.

The problem was, he could see how listless his puppy was every morning just as he would hang up. Yet, he couldn't show how worried or upset he was, lest it made his puppy even more worried about him.

So right now, Nitocris was upset that it had been several hours since he had been in contact with Xing Han. He knew very well that Xing Han wouldn't call, as Xing Han knew he would be in a meeting … but couldn't he at least send a message?

The other people in the meeting room were getting more and more nervous.

They had heard of this Underworld King, who was expressionless and easily triggered. Do not do anything that he does not like, and you'll be fine. Step over the line, then you won't even have time to breathe before you're beheaded … maybe not literally since it makes such a mess, but no stones were left unturned and one's life had no meaning any more after that.

Right now, they didn't even know what they did wrong.

They didn't think that they had broken any rules.

Yet, he was sitting there, looking extremely displeased.

Was it the report that was unsatisfactory?

Were the results below par?

What?

What?

It was as if everyone was waiting for the axe to fall, and they could see the damn huge-ass sword above their heads - just waiting for it to drop. One twitch and it's over.

Finally, after a few minutes of silence, Nitocris raised his eyes to look at everyone.

Everyone held their breaths.

Was this it?

Was this where they would breathe their last?

Nitocris blinked, looking disinterested yet one could feel the displeasure oozing out of his pores.

They started sweating.

"Fine," Nitocris said, getting up, "Zack, wrap it up."

Now it was Zack's turn to sweat.

This was more Yuri's domain.

He was only supposed to be the back-up slash bodyguard, with minimum PA work. Yet, because the Boss was too worried about his spouse, he tended to hand over the finalisation details to him.

It's not that he couldn't do it.

He just didn't like it.

Watching that strong back leave the room, Zack grinned.

How excited would the Boss be to find his little present waiting in the room?

Zack then turned to everyone else, his grin getting wider.

"Now, shall we begin?"

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Xing Han was having the time of his life.

Well, relatively speaking.

Everything looked so new.

So fresh!

He rarely travelled and the last time he did, it was so long ago. He smiled when he thought of the trip he had done with the rest of the Elite Five, in following Kyle on his movie promotion thing.

That had been fun.

The Randall bit though, not so.

Oh.

And Kyle eventually going off for two years …

Okay, so maybe it hadn't been that much fun after all.

Still, life was like that, right?

Your memories will depend on you, yourself. Since Xing Han was the type who always looked at the positive side, he had forgotten all about the negative aspects of the trip - until he really thought about it.

Still, that didn't dampen his enthusiasm with all that was around him.

He was thinking of getting a gift for Nitocris.

Even though it was only three days, it felt like a lifetime since they had met up. It's not like his Cookie wanted something or needed it but did it really matter?

His Cookie liked whatever he got him anyway.

His eyes lit up when he saw a store selling men's clothes. There was a gorgeous suit right at the display window and Xing Han could imagine his Cookie in it.

He would look so awesome!

Then again, he looks awesome in anything.

Actually ... his Cookie looks the best when he's actually not wearing anything ...

Xing Han shook his head.

FOCUS!! FOCUS!!

Xing Han entered the shop excitedly, his face bright like the sun.

As he passed through the door, one sales employee looked at Xing Han with interest.

He raised his eyebrow, studying Xing Han with an intensity that his colleague recognised.

"A new target?"

"You betcha," the guy answered, licking his lips, "Don't you find that freshness so enticing? To have that face writhing under you as you …"

His friend closed his ears, saying, "I do NOT need details, thank you very much."

The guy laughed, "Leave this one to me. Just watch the Master reel him in."

"One of these days, you'll get more than you can chew," his friend warned.

"Oh please," the guy scoffed, "Just look at him. Easy pickings."

The guy adjusted his crotch, feeling that even just thinking about it made him excited. His pants were starting to feel rather tight and he had to be careful to keep it down. Still, just thinking of that face, so fair, being red as he pounded himself inside … gah, that would be so hot.

He had to calm himself down again as he headed over to his target.

"Hi, my name is Chris. Can I help you?"