Zhao Lin drove off the hooligans and brushed the powder from his clothes, but the strange smell lingered.
"This must be a powder ground from some kind of Musk."
Liang Song walked over and said, "I've heard of a type of spice that, once it gets on you, won't wash off for months. They use exotic beasts with a keen sense of smell to track it. You could flee to the ends of the earth, and they'd still find you."
Zhao Lin grew thoughtful and murmured, "No wonder the bandits could find the body even when it was hidden so well. They must have used a method like this."
"That's what I was thinking," Liang Song agreed, then suddenly added, "You... you were incredibly fast back there!"
Zhao Lin knew he couldn't hide it, so he explained as best he could, "I'm strong, so naturally, I'm fast."
"That makes sense..."
The two continued walking and talking, arriving at a broker's office shortly after.
