Master He's face was scowlike, with sagging skin and pronounced forehead lines.
Of average stature.
Up close, Fang Huai thought that when he pulled a stern face, he looked just like Spike the bulldog from "Tom and Jerry".
No wonder everyone was scared, with a face like that. If you said he doesn't bite, it must be because his wife at home had trained him well.
His intonation had dramatic fluctuations, definitely carrying a Sichuan Guangyuan accent, as he stepped out to answer a phone call.
The conversation began with a forceful "What's up!"
Followed by an exclamation: "How can you be so damn slow with just one thing, you tortoise son!"
This big shot didn't need anyone to eavesdrop on his call—if he was upstairs, you could hear him loud and clear from downstairs.
When old man He left, the Instructor called Fang Huai over.
