Five minutes later, within the dense forest, Xi Jiang bowed his head and lit the cigarette at the corner of his mouth. He took several hateful drags, grabbed a subordinate by the collar, and pointed at something hanging from the tree.
"What is this?"
"..."
In the silence, the subordinate hesitated for a long time, unsure of what Xi Jiang was referring to. Tentatively, he read the two blood-red characters carved into the trunk, "Gift… maybe?"
Xi Jiang, enraged, kicked him against the tree, hanging him up beside the blood-red gift.
"Gift my ass!"
The veins on his forehead bulged as he angrily chewed the burning cigarette to pieces, turned around, and roared at several panicked subordinates, "What is this called? This is a fucking disgrace!!!"
"You seven, sent to capture a seriously injured little brat who escaped, failed to find him and ended up strung up on a tree like this! If this isn't a disgrace, what the hell is it!"
