Chen Feng gave Old Wolf a look. Old Wolf understood at once and raised a hand, stirring the air. He was ready to catch anyone who fell with Wind Manipulation.
Thankfully, it was a false alarm.
Thud!
With a muffled thump, a heap of colorful fabric spread across the ground. The fight had only knocked down the clothes and bedding drying on the balcony.
Chen Feng sighed and said to Yellow Hair, "Well, there goes your family's bedding."
Footsteps pounded down the stairs.
A young man came down from upstairs. He had black hair and looked strikingly like Yellow Hair, though he was clearly taller and older. An indescribable worry weighed on his face.
Yellow Hair called out without thinking, "Bro!"
The young man looked up at the sound and gave Yellow Hair a puzzled glance. He seemed to find him familiar, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not remember him. "Sorry, you've got the wrong person."
He wandered off in a daze. After a few steps, he stumbled and nearly fell flat on level ground.
He must have taken quite a blow to be in that state.
Chen Feng could not help saying, "Your brother's like this because your mom forced him into it."
Yellow Hair had no way to argue. "My mom forced him into it. My mom forced him into it."
Chen Feng patted Yellow Hair on the shoulder. "Don't get too down. Once I wipe out the Holy Cow Cult, you'll be one big happy family again."
Yellow Hair grunted, then said miserably, "I always thought I was the main character in a game. Turns out I'm just an NPC handing out quests. Brother Feng, do I have a yellow exclamation mark over my head?"
"I think you've got bubbles in your brain."