"Chang Shuo, do you know what you've done?" Wang Pan finally caught up with Qian Cangyi and Little Drilling Wind, but at around fifty years of age and despite practicing Tai Chi every day, his body was not as fit as his younger counterparts.
Qian Cangyi stopped, countered, "Are you referring to this?" He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket.
The paper was a personal information sheet of Lu Zuan, clearly folded twice both horizontally and vertically.
"Give it to me immediately." Wang Pan snatched the paper away, "Do you know how much effort it took for me to get this? By ripping it apart like this, will you compensate for the damage?" he pointed at Qian Cangyi's nose.
"Sure, if I have the time." Qian Cangyi spread his hands.
"You!" Wang Pan was somewhat angry, "Where's the rest?" he held out his right palm upwards, in front of Qian Cangyi.
"In his pocket." Little Drilling Wind pointed to Qian Cangyi's other pocket.
