Shen Tang gave Zhai Le a look that was hard to read.
Under her gaze, Zhai Le grew uncomfortable all over.
He stammered, "Brother Shen, why are you looking at me like that?"
Unexpectedly, Shen Tang turned the tables on him. Her eyes swept from his feet to the top of his head, a faint smile on her lips, as she asked, "Zhai Xiaofang, are you impotent?"
The Black-clothed Youth's fair cheeks flushed bright red.
A beat later, he sprang up in a rage. "What do you mean, impotent? How am I impotent? In what way? There's nothing I can't do!"
Shen Tang said, "You can do it? If you can, why do you bring someone with you everywhere? To stand by and cheer you on?"
The Black-clothed Youth's neck reddened with anger. He gritted his teeth. "Let's go, let's go! The two of us are enough!"
But inside, he couldn't help feeling uneasy.
Hopefully, it was just an ordinary bandit hideout.
If it was the usual size, he could sweep it clean by himself. What's more, Brother Shen was drunk and acting crazy, but they should still be fine.
Shen Tang put her fingers to her lips and whistled.
She crooked a finger and called, "Motorcycle, come here!"
Three breaths later, nothing happened.
The onlookers had no idea what was going on. Shen Tang felt a touch awkward, lowered her voice, and called in a deep tone, "Swift as Wind, Fast as Lightning, Grand Transport Motorcycle! Come out, my precious Motorcycle!"
At the same time—
In the stable behind the house, Gongshu Wu sat bare-chested on a wooden stool, scrubbing a black steed with a wooden brush. The horse stood half a head taller than him. It was a magnificent creature, its body glossy black save for its snow-white