Looking at the exploded bark and the small hole burned into the trunk by the cigarette butt...
Let alone those two ghosts—even I drew a sharp breath when I saw it.
Master's cigarette-flicking skills were truly dashing and cool, and packed quite a punch. I watched with immense admiration.
Master was arrogant and capable—the kind of person who said, You may not like me, but you still can't do a thing to me.
The soul power emanating from the two male ghosts before us wasn't particularly strong.
To put it bluntly, at their strongest, they were only Yellow-Clothed level. They definitely didn't possess the strength of Red-Clothed ghosts.
Unless they had some special abilities...
But even if they did, they still wouldn't be worth mentioning before Master.
Before absolute strength, everything else was nothing.
The tall male ghost stared dumbfounded, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
The ghost in the round hat wore an equally horrified expression. Looking at the exploded bark, his face was extremely complicated.
The little ghosts around us also looked panicked. They stared at Master in disbelief and instinctively backed away.
The entire street fell into dead silence at that moment.
Only Uncle Yu rolled his eyes speechlessly, then spat a gob of phlegm to the side with a "ptoo," breaking the street's silence.
Only then did the tall male ghost come to his senses.
"Brother, brother..."
The ghost in the hat darkened his face and raised a hand, signaling for him not to speak.
Then he clasped his fists respectfully toward Master.
"Old sir, forgive our disrespect. We were rash just now, and I hope you can overlook it.
We did not know our place. We offer our apologies."
With that, he respectfully bowed in my direction.
This ghost Prince was very good