The man laughed heartily and casually handed over a business card. "If you really do meet with a bloody calamity, call me at this number."
"...All right."
Zuo Xiaoduo took the card and swept a wary look over the four men, as though he had run into swindlers. He slowly shifted sideways, then darted past them and took to his heels. Like a nimble rabbit, he slipped through the crowd a couple of times and vanished without a trace.
"Well?"
The other three looked with great interest at the man who had stopped Zuo Xiaoduo. "Brother Feng, what did you see?"
Brother Feng chuckled. "Brother Jiang, Brother Wei, Brother Yan, what do you think?"
"This young fellow has a clear spirit and clear qi. His prospects are boundless."
Brother Jiang smiled. "His azure qi has already begun to show itself, and its rise is only just beginning. His future holds great promise. Brother Feng, you chose the perfect moment to forge this favorable connection."
Brother Wei laughed. "Too bad he didn't believe you... Besides, Brother Feng, your way of striking up a conversation was far too old-fashioned. A bloody calamity, hahaha... Why didn't I see any bloody calamity hanging over that boy just now?"
Brother Feng said mildly, "Such things as bloody calamities have always existed only in legend. How could anyone actually see one? Besides, we're Qi-Reading Adepts, not face readers."
"Then why did you say it?"
"Naturally, I had my reasons."
With complete confidence, Brother Feng said, "First, he's a martial school student, and a genius at that, one of the finest of his generation."
"Second, a genius like him is bound to spar constantly and go out on missions every day."
"And as for this so-called bloody calamity, it could certainly mean being covered in wounds and