Elder Jin stood up.
"If you'll excuse me, My Lady," he said, bowing respectfully.
He then walked away.
"My Lady," Syaf said.
"That old man has put me in a foul mood,"
she muttered, suppressing the anger rising within her.
Dian and Syaf exchanged glances.
Laughter drifting in from outside caught Ain's attention.
"I'll tell them to quiet down," Syaf said,
intending to reprimand the bodyguards stationed outside
"No need. Let's go see what's making them laugh so loudly that we can hear it all the way in here," Ain replied, heading toward the door.
The bodyguards were unaware that their leader had come up behind them.
One of them was operating a small helicopter via a remote control, while another had attached a glob of wet flour paste to its underside.
"Quick, get it airborne before the car pulls away!" they urged.
The helicopter took flight, heading straight toward Elder Jin's vehicle.
The bodyguards watched the scene unfold on an iPad connected to the CCTV system.
Ain approached and took a look as well.
Elder Jin enter into his car.
The driver started the engine.
"Drop it now!" one of the bodyguards commanded.
He pressed a button, and the helicopter released its payload.
As Elder Jin's car began to move, it came to an abrupt halt when the wet flour paste splattered across the windshield.
Elder Jin's face slammed into the back of the driver's seat.
"Ouch! What on earth is happening?" he demanded, his voice laced with anger.
The driver, flustered, said,
"I'm so sorry, sir! I'll get out and check right away."
The driver reached out and touched the substance. "It's wet flour... but where did it come from?" he wondered aloud.
He enter back into the car.
"Sir, it's... it's wet flour. I have no idea where it came from," he reported.
Elder Jin rubbed his forehead, then rolled down the car window to take a look. He noticed a small helicopter hovering above the car before it flew off.
"Look at the old man's forehead—it's red. Probably hit the driver's seat," remarked one of the bodyguards.
The others laughed.
Elder Jin suppressed his anger, having already guessed who was behind this.
"Enough. Clean it up, and drive the car slowly," Elder Jin ordered.
The driver nodded in understanding, grabbed a box of tissues, and stepped out of the car to wipe away the flour.