“Phew….”

Whir, with a mechanical sound, the automatic door slid open. A young man in a black baseball cap trudged out to the street, a yellow document envelope in his hand. Walking past the tax office sign, he pulled out his phone. Holding down the 0 brought up the call screen and a name.

[Idiot]

The line barely rang a few times before click, the other side picked up. A curt voice snapped at him.

“Why’d you take so long to call? My neck nearly stretched waiting.”

“Starting a fight the second you pick up, huh. Do you have any idea how many people were in there? And the procedure is insanely complicated…. Honestly, I understood maybe half of it.”