"Oi! Oi! Oi! Can you slow the fuck down?!"
"Why? Can't keep up?"
"I'm injured. You know that very well, you petty bastard!"
"Oh? I do?"
Some meters away from a taxi rank was a scene that could be described as comical to the twisted and pitiful to the faint-hearted.
Two men of unique and outstanding qualities had a conversation that should not be weird or funny in normal circumstances. But when one looked at the conditions of both men, he or she would realize why the conversation was either funny or pitiful.
The more notable man had a pair of dual-colored eyes that could mesmerize mortals, mystics, and even immortals alike. His physique could be described as the perfect physique for wars and battles.
As he walked in the direction of the taxi rank with his hands in his pockets, he inadvertently attracted gazes from people around him due to his extraordinary features.
