With two thousand bucks on the line, Rainbow Paint Head was thrilled, sucking on his steam-powered smoking pipe wrapped around his neck several times. His eyes turned blood-red, and the cabin reeked of the stench of low-quality marijuana tobacco tar nicotine.
"Sir, have you had your meal! Sir, would you like some tea! Sir, do you need to take a shit! Sir, do you need to call a wild..."
"Hey, who the hell is your sir! And why the fuck are you yapping so much, you little shit! Watch the road and drive!"
"Being on the road alone is so boring, sir! What should I call you! My name's Gua, because my old man said, my mom traded a melon for me!"
Li Pan simply gave him a glance, "Broomhead."
Gua, "Wow! What a cool name! That's totally badass, sir!"
"Badass leaking my ass..."
Li Pan couldn't help but roll his eyes and check the rearview mirror, where six or seven motorcycles appeared in and out of sight on the hilltop.
