As they were speaking, suddenly, Mr. Huang's eyes lit up. He looked towards the stairs, beckoning with his hand, "Everyone, look, that 'Sick Tornado' Jiang Shi looks just like this young man, skinny all over, not much lean meat at all. Hey, hey, hey, young man, don't go, come over here..."
Jiang Shi's face turned dark instantly.
He was originally going downstairs, heard someone below calling him 'Sick Tornado,' which already made him rather annoyed, and then he was suddenly called out by this storyteller, it really amused him angrily.
No wonder his fame has been rising so quickly these days, it turns out these storytellers are making up nonsense about him.
If it's 'Black Tornado,' fine, but why 'Sick Tornado'?
Everyone in the hall turned their heads to look, surprised, wanting to see how skinny the person Mr. Huang described as skin and bones was.
But upon seeing, many people lightly frowned.
"Strange, why do I feel like I've seen him before?"
