Tang Ling took the stack of newspapers off his face.
He sat back down in the tub and went through the pages before he tossed them back on Boss Huang's desk. Throughout the reading, he was calm.
"The newspapers...are they from Darkness Port or…?" It was the first question Tang Ling asked.
"Are you dumb? Of course, it's the papers from all over the world. The destroyed communication network hasn't been repaired even until now, so the traditional means of spreading news is once again picked up by men." Boss Huang looked asquint at Tang Ling. He seemed to love watching Tang Ling from the side.
"Okay, I've never seen them before in Safety Sector No. 17." Tang Ling wiped his face before revealing a grin. "Am I that famous now?"
"Hmph, most of it is because…"
"I don't have such a father." Tang Ling sat up in the tub again. He asked Boss Huang, "Is it almost time?"