Ma Zhixuan felt his brother was too emotional.
He pushed Ma Yongchun's hand away and strode out of the house, visibly angry.
Outside, everywhere was covered in snow; if their villa hadn't been situated at a higher location, it would have already been buried by the heavy snowfall.
After Ma Zhixuan had walked aimlessly for a while, two men with tattoos on their faces and bodies stopped him.
"Second Young Master Ma, right? One of our brothers is trapped in your C City resource warehouse. We hope you can lend a hand to save him."
The man leading them spoke, his facial tattoos resembling some kind of ancient totem.
They gave off a vibe that they were not to be trifled with.
Ma Zhixuan tried to walk past them, but they twisted his wrist and stopped him.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch... Ah, what exactly do you want me to do?"
His cries of pain gradually dissipated into the snowy surroundings as the two tattooed men took him away.
