Floor 69, Comercio Fantasma

[Mr.Ling]

In response, Mr. Ling offered what seemed to be a golden pocketwatch, until he flicked it open and a flame began dancing within, offering a light for Chenzo's smoke. "Certainly not", Ling responded as he slid his own hefty cigar from an inner pocket on his suitcoat.

"As for questions," Ling continued, "I have none that cannot wait until after you've said your piece."