On East City National Path, a large crater dented the front of a stretched luxury car, with Mr. Chi embedded inside. His expensive clothes were now in tatters, his forehead was covered in blood, and half his face had swollen up, squeezing one eye into a thin slit. He was panting heavily.
He tried to struggle up, but when he saw the imposing figure before him seem about to move again, he quickly held up a hand. "Stop, stop, stop..." He must have touched a sore spot, for he hissed in pain and said through a grimace, "I'm just trying to make a living. It's not worth all this."
He fumbled around, picked up a broken watch from beneath him, glanced at it, and tossed it aside. "It's almost six o'clock now," he said. "Even if I rushed over, I wouldn't make it in time."
After he said this, he saw the figure before him turn around and leave with steady steps.
