The misty blue of the sky was replaced by gray haze, as the cold winter wind seemed fiercer.
The man kicked to the ground looked up at the man before him, slowly bending his knees and squatting down, yet still maintaining a condescending posture. Perhaps because of his bent posture, his throat was pressed, making his voice exceptionally hoarse and deep:
"Riding a motorcycle, what are you out here for?"
"Fo... Fourth Master..." It was his first time meeting him in person, and the man was so nervous he nearly died. Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Chengsi suddenly raised his hand and slapped him on the head.
Caught off guard, his face hit the ground again with a muffled groan, blood surging from his nose.
"I asked you what you're doing? Don't give me any other nonsense."
"I..." The man was weighing his options, realizing he couldn't afford to offend either side, stammering, unsure how to defend himself.
