Worldwide War

Qing Chen hardly had any sleep. After sparring with his wife, they plopped down on the ring, covered in sweat and huffing for their breaths. 

"I think I'm going to die," Feng Xuan said. "I'm so tired."

"We can't sleep here. It stinks," Qing Chen said, but his body was also telling him to rest right then and there.

When their breaths slowed down, both of them were dragged by their sleep. Soon they were awakened by one of the housemaids who was going to clean the basement. They bolted upright, unable to believe that they really fell asleep with their dirty bodies.

Qing Chen's body was in all kinds of sore and he was downing his second cup of coffee to make his headache disappear.

"Good morning," he greeted his secretary. Before he could get in his room, she stopped him.

"Mr. Qing," said the older lady's raspy voice. "There are some people who wants to see you here. Two men."

"Send them in my office."