Kang Chen sits down, takes off his hat and gloves with leisurely grace, moves unrushed yet refined. Every gesture he makes brims of indomitable dominance.
He places his hat on the corner of the table and says to Qi Jiu, "Please, pour me some tea."
Qi Jiu intuitively reaches for the tea cup but abruptly puts it back down, "Why should I be running errands for you? Die of thirst for all I care."
Huo Er can't help but quickly lift the cup to pour Kang Chen a drink, stifling his laughter in the process.
Qi Jiu recklessly tosses his sloppily-donned hat aside, props his long legs up on the table, "You've endured silently for so long and now you've decided to speak up at last. But, how do you plan on dealing with Bai Wen Zheng?"
"That old geezer prostrates himself at my home daily, seeing me is like seeing a ghost."