"My, what a big tone you're taking!"
The imposing figure leaped onto the mast of the adjacent riverboat, a weighty dark spear in hand. With a pair of slim eyes, he looked down at Yang Ge, exuding a fearsome presence. Though middle-aged, he appeared vigorous and handsome, his fine features expressing an inherent authority. His robe, deep indigo with silver entwined branches, fluttered in the wind.
"Aren't you afraid the chilly river wind might freeze off a couple of your teeth?"
Yang Ge raised his head and said, "My tone may be big, but it's nothing compared to you chaining boats together, murdering and arsoning in your crazed obsession... Anyway, can you come down and talk to me? I don't like looking up at people!"
The robust middle-aged man scoffed, "We'll see if you've got the skills to make me!"
