"...Just a few swift slashes, and dad flipped over a bunch of losers, scaring the piss out of them right there on the spot..."
The streets were quiet as Yang Ge gesticulated, vividly describing to Huang his heroic deeds from the previous night.
Huang looked up at him, wagging his tail ceaselessly, his round black eyes reflecting nothing but Yang Ge's figure.
Father and son cheerfully made their way home, and as they entered Chaimen Street, they saw a group of servant-dressed men in brown clothes, making a ruckus around two slender-looking girls.
He looked closer and noticed the two girls trapped in the middle of the brown-clothed servants, looking helpless, were none other than the sisters from the Xie family next door.
"During the New Year festivities, why am I always running into such bad luck!"