"Sorry about that. This roast of mine isn't behaving. You go on with your business."
He then kicked the donkey to get it to tuck in its legs.
The donkey rolled its eyes at its master and simply flopped down in a new position...
"AHHHH!!!"
The burly man was already at his breaking point. Now, feeling like he was being mocked by this man and his donkey, he lunged forward, his hands shooting out to grab the young man's shoulders.
"I'll tear you to shreds!!"
The young man's expression darkened. He pulled a calligraphy brush from seemingly nowhere and, with a casual flick, the burly man felt his body go rigid, completely frozen in place.
Beads of sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.
Pressure-point techniques existed in the Jianghu, but one performed so casually, so flawlessly as to be untraceable, was a rare sight indeed.
Having done this, the young man paid the burly man no further mind.
