"HA HA HA HA!" A deep, booming laugh filled the room as a man nearly tumbled over, his body shaking with amusement. He laughed as if he had just heard the greatest joke in the world.
The man had black hair and appeared to be in his late sixties. Sitting opposite him was another man, also with black hair. Their resemblance was undeniable—they clearly shared the same ancestry.
Unlike the laughing man, his companion was far from amused. With a sigh, he said, "Brother, are you done?"
Cassius Blackwell, the one who had been laughing, gradually calmed down, wiping away the tears that had formed in his eyes.
As Cassius finished laughing, he wiped the last traces of amusement from his face and said, "That's a nice joke. I knew keeping you around would pay off—congrats, you just earned your pay." His voice then turned cold, his smile vanishing. "That was good, Richmond. Nice joke." He repeated the last part with emphasis, making it clear that it should be a joke.
