Qiu Chi is quite tall, so when he had to lift the elderly man into the car, he bent at the waist, with his entire backside bending down.
At this angle, Ou Mucen could easily see the two dirty marks on the back of his jeans, very white and thick dust that would have been hidden by the long leisure coat if he hadn't bent down.
Ou Mucen narrowed his eyes!
Dust isn't a big deal; he is a man of action and it's inevitable for him to accumulate dust on his clothes.
But the strange thing was the shape of the dust marks. It didn't seem like they had accidentally accumulated while sitting down. The streak stretching up past the waist looked like it was picked up after falling on the ground.
Fell on the ground?
How could one fall on the ground just like that?
His eyes, sharp like an eagle's, began scanning other parts of his body. This sweeping glance indeed resulted in a discovery as he saw not just the evidence of his sweater cuff being torn but also two injuries on his wrist.
