"He's here!" The little man with glasses exclaimed happily, "He's finally here!"
They saw the big man slowly approach. He was about 1.9 meters tall and had a crew cut.
He yawned as he reached into his pocket, then asked the ox-headed man, "How much?"
"The ticket is one 'Dao'."
The big man took out a small ball from his pocket, flicked it with his thumb to the ox-headed man, who caught it steadily.
"I'm well-rested... Let's start." The big man stretched, then moved his neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Let me see what kind of tricks you've come up with this time."
Qi Xia and the other three looked at this fierce-looking big man and felt that he was not a good person.
Qiao Jiajian didn't pay much attention to the big man. After all, he had seen too many such people on the streets.
