After giving instructions to Master Yang,
I casually held a big rooster in my arms and seated myself on the back of the motorbike.
"Tsk, Uncle Yang, what are you spacing out for, light it up quickly,"
the diaosi youth said, clicking his tongue as he saw Master Yang standing there dumbfounded.
Master Yang's jaw almost dropped to the ground, "You guys... how did you get over here?"
"Nonsense, of course Sister Yuan sent us. Dillydallying, just wasting time," the diaosi youth said, urging impatiently, unlike the patience he showed me.
Master Yang mechanically picked up a rooster, shivering as he settled down behind a gang member's bike seat, "Where did you find a rooster in the middle of the night?"
"We have our ways. Why ask so many questions? Buckle up, old man."
The diaosi youth let out a yell and rode off on the motorbike, leaving a trail of dust behind.
The remaining rooster was tied to the bike by another diaosi youth, who also quickly revved up the engine and took off.
