Three days later, on the main deck of Great Horn, Li Yao stood silently in a corner behind almost a hundred tall, muscular men and pondered over his next step.
He was still wearing a ragged mustard suit, with patches made of strengthened cloth here and there. There was a glittering gold emblem on his chest in the shape of a blaring bull's head whose nostrils were blowing out hot steam. Two great horns stuck out, indicating that the bull was everything but reasonable.
It was the battle emblem of the Great Horn Exo Society.
Joining the Great Horn Exo Society was the most appropriate plan that Li Yao could think of right now.
