Following the direction pointed by Red Hair and Yellow Hair, Zheng Dazhi walked over to a little stall selling sugar figurines, surrounded by several children about waist-high. He looked around, but He Ku was nowhere to be seen.
Not far off, Zheng Dazhi snorted coldly; both father and son are of the same ilk, foolishly stubborn to the core. Even after hitting the south wall, they still think it's something rare.
Crowds indeed pose an obstacle, and since He Ku is just a kid and short, hiding in any corner is troublesome. Continuing like this isn't going to work, so Zheng Dazhi walked out of the market and went back to where he had entered. Red Hair and Yellow Hair were still there, smoking cigarettes and drooling over a girl picking out clothes.
"You two, yes, you two, come here."
"Brother Dazhi."
"Brother Dazhi."
