Qing Shisan unhurriedly drew out his pipe. Right in front of the furious Situ Yong, he gave it a tap against his rear, knocking the ash loose.
He didn't light it, yet smoke emerged from the bowl.
Amidst the curling smoke, Qing Shisan spoke in a calm tone, "Mr. Situ, isn't that a bit of a rash judgment?"
Situ Yong looked at Qing Shisan, who was puffing out clouds of smoke, and his outstretched neck suddenly retracted. Only then did he remember he was sitting in the main hall of the Zheng Family residence—a place that, in some people's eyes, was a Dragon's Pool and Tiger's Den, as dangerous as the Imperial Palace itself.
