"Come on, point him out to me. Which bastard stuck that Enchanting Demon Pattern sticker on your belly?"
"I'll shave him bald and stick it on his forehead."
Lying on a chair at the Qing'an Tea Stall, Ansheng stretched lazily with a satisfied look, yawned, smacked his lips, and inquired the Arctic Fox.
"Wah~ wah wah wah!"
The Arctic Fox excitedly bounced around, lifted its snout, and looked over to the entrance of the tea stall, identifying the offender who assaulted it that night.
Ansheng followed the Arctic Fox's direction and saw a group of strangers at the tea table by the tea stall entrance. Among them, a smug-looking man in his forties was sitting with two women, chatting and laughing, talking big.
A car key for a Land Rover lay brazenly on the tea table, obviously flaunting his wealth.
"Is that the old timer who shaved you?" Ansheng, seeing the unfamiliar man and guessing he wasn't local, continued to ask the Arctic Fox.
"Wah!"
