"Master Yan, in front of the herbal tea shop twenty meters off to the right, that man with the hat holding the camera is a paparazzo..." On a bustling pedestrian street in Hong Kong, two young men, wearing sunglasses, beach attire, slippers, and topped with sun hats, were appearing to be at leisure. One of them, detectionally cool, move his lips subtly and whispered to the person next to him.
"I see him!" The other one nodded slightly. "How shall we deal with him this time?"
"Hit him once, let him jump, don't rush it, wait for the right moment... Okay, now..." The cool-faced guy gave a soft tip.
Instantaneously, the other person understood his meaning, seized the chance and flicked a pebble. It flew out and hit right on the buttocks of the middle-aged man who was known as a paparazzo. The man, bending over to stealthily take photos, felt a sudden pain in his buttocks and spontaneously straightened up.
