Virtual World.
Café.
Satan, sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, sat on a spacious sofa and extinguished his cigar with his hand.
"Your Excellency... You should know that we, the Fallen Angels, only conduct business and do not interfere with mundane affairs. Perhaps you should find someone else?"
He spoke cautiously.
Across from him, a gaunt man with a wide-brimmed hat sat with his eyes closed, holding a teacup, lost in thought.
After Satan finished speaking, the gaunt man lifted his teacup, took a sip, savored the aroma of the tea, sighed, and then set down his cup before speaking slowly:
"I am just an old blind man, unable to find anyone else; hence, I had to come to you."
"What exactly do you want?" Satan asked.
The gaunt man said, "Simple. Provide me with the detailed information of all competitors in the battle for supremacy—the person I seek must be on that list. I will track him down from there, and settle this matter quickly."
