"So envious..."
On the street, watching the black car disappear into the distance.
Many passersby sighed, and a boy named Trin was also filled with envy.
"Who is he?" Chen Feng asked.
"Descendant of Duke Charles, owner of Sack Factory..."
The boy seemed to recite a list of titles as a reflex, but Chen Feng didn't care, just watching the direction the black car went.
The black chimneys continued to spew gray smoke, and the sky turned a gray dome, as if it wanted to swallow everyone's health.
A thought flashed by, but soon, a surprised voice suddenly rang out.
"Lord Feng Chen!"
A burly man, holding a little girl, walked out from the front of the row of townhouses in a familiar voice.
The fabric of his inner shirt revealed a hairy chest, and he wore a jacket over it.
A thick beard, short, slightly curly brown hair.
Perhaps because of years spent at sea, the figure in his early thirties looked nearly forty.
"It's Lord Lei Long!!"
