C1994 Zhou Xiaoba's Strength

"Hey there, everyone!

Apologies for my tardiness."

The young man approached, reeking of alcohol, prompting the group to instinctively wrinkle their noses.

His attire was notably peculiar.

The jacket he sported was grimy, as though it had been fished out of a garbage bin.

His jeans were riddled with holes, not the fashionable kind, but rather the genuinely ragged, gaping kind