"Haha, as expected of the man who killed the Liangshan Five Wolves. You do have some genuine skill."
A whoosh of cold wind swept past, and a man wearing a yellow skull mask and a black trench coat leaped down from the villa's roof.
"This wine... the quality is quite poor." Taking a light sip of the red wine, the man in the trench coat shook his head.
"Did I ask you to drink it?"
"You silly fatso," the man in the trench coat glanced at Fatty Qi. "I'm almost too embarrassed to call you out. You call that cultivation? You were just amusing yourself by sneaking peeks at the girl exercising. If I were you, I'd just confess. If she rejects you, then train harder. Once you're stronger than her, you can do whatever you want, right?"
"You, I—" Fatty Qi was instantly mortified, so embarrassed he couldn't speak properly.
