Hurrying along, Ma Zi seemed to remember something. Wasn't that masked person the one who last night had declared himself from Iron Ten Thousand Island and mocked him as a 'short winter melon' in an effeminate voice? He asked, "Is the one who bumped into me the same guy who claimed to have come on the Flying Ship?" Turning his head back, those two individuals had already disappeared into the crowd.
With that remark, he immediately jogged the memory of a fellow next to him who said, "Hmm, seems like it was that guy."
Ma Zi touched his eyes, which had been tearing up all day. He was determined for revenge and intended to go back and look for the perpetrator.
But he was stopped by someone who said, "Brother, the big picture is more important. It won't be good if we mess up the boss's plans."
Indeed, they had significant business tonight, and if they screwed it up, the local toughs would skin them alive.
