Jiasen walked away, waving at Qiao Yin with his back to her as he left.
With his backpack on, he left Qiao Yin's apartment complex and boarded an unassuming black sedan parked by the roadside.
The driver was Shu, whom Qiao Yin had met twice.
"Mr. Bai is waiting for you at the base; you're already half an hour late."
"I had to take care of some personal matters, just drive faster."
Shu looked at him in the rearview mirror and wondered, "How did your bruises heal so fast? Weren't you all battered and bleeding profusely last night?"
"I'm young, I recover quickly, unlike you old folks who take several days to recover after a beating."
Shu gnashed his teeth. "I'm only ten years older than you! I'm only twenty-six, I'm not old! Don't think I won't hit you just because you're the successor!"
Jiasen seemed unperturbed, "You can't beat me anyway, save the tough talk for someone else, don't bite your tongue."
Shu's face reddened, but he bit back any further retorts.