Picking a Fight

"Brother, can I ask you something?"

Hu Chongsheng asked the man sitting in front of them, who had remained silent and quietly drank his liquor.

The man raised his head and looked at him as if he were an idiot, clearly having no intention of answering.

Seeing how rude the man was, Zhou Bin immediately got angry and was about to curse him out, but Hu Chongsheng shook his head, signaling him not to act rashly.

"Brother, I just wanted to ask if there are any people from China here who practice qigong. You look like you've been in Chinatown for a long time. You probably know a lot of people."

Hu Chongsheng was good at reading people. Seeing that the other man did not regard them as enemies and merely found them unfamiliar and not worth engaging, he began to explain.

At the mention of qigong practitioners, Tang Huan slightly raised his head and said calmly, "You're newcomers?"

Hu Chongsheng froze. He had not expected the man to respond, and hurriedly smiled. "Yes. We've been in Lost City for less than ten days. We're martial artists, and we've always wanted to find someone who practices qigong to train our breathing with. We heard it can make your body tougher, stronger, and improve your breath control."

"Sorry, I don't know anyone like that."

After saying that, Tang Huan fell silent again and continued drinking.

"Alright."

Hu Chongsheng gave a bitter smile. This guy really was cold and aloof. He had originally wanted to chat with him a little more and see whether he knew any famous people around here, such as the local know-it-all, whom he might be able to ask for information.

But now it seemed the man simply did not want to talk to them.

Zhou Bin was