When enemies met, their eyes burned with hatred. A driver operating a heavy truck stuck his head out the window and cursed, "Fuck you, pretty boy! Did you come here looking to die?"
It was basically the posture of, Say one more word and this old man will run you over.
Long Qi did not care, but Lao Xiong shifted sideways, putting some distance between them. He raised a hand to stop the agitated driver from saying more, then adjusted his hard hat with a fake smile.
"You're Mr. Long, right? We're just hauling dirt. I really don't know how we offended you..."
"Don't be so polite. We were just passing by. Really, lots of people can vouch for that!" Long Qi spoke the truth with perfect confidence, and even sounded wronged. "Your President Tai was the truly baffling one. We're practically old acquaintances, yet asking one question nearly got us run over."
Lao Xiong's cheek twitched, but he gave no response.
Long Qi acted as if they were old friends. "Have we met before? Last year, I stayed at your camp for quite a while..."
"Uh, I don't think so."
"Oh, you usually don't stay with the tribe?"
"I do spend more time out and about." The more Lao Xiong spoke, the more uncomfortable he became. He reached up to adjust his hard hat again, his face drooping. "Mr. Long, you've practically stolen the police's job by coming here and inspecting the scene."
"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed. It's just that Police Uncle asked too many questions, and it rubbed off on me. Lao Xiong... that's what they call you, right? You're President Tai's trusted aide, so you'll inevitably be questioned later. No harm rehearsing in advance."
Lao Xiong clearly wanted to hit someone, but perhaps he lacked the nerve