Chapter 1127

Chris shouted, and a few people from the houses nearby stuck their heads out. After checking out the cow in the middle of the road, they went back inside and didn't seem to care at all. He snapped, "Who the hell put their cow on the road? Is anyone going to do something about it?" Chris called out a few times, but no one responded. Just when he was about to give up, an old man walked over from a distance. The old man wore a gray shirt, and the collar was all misshapen from too many washes. He had a scruffy beard and a poorly rolled cigarette hanging in his mouth. The cigarette was rolled with a paper from a student's notebook. The old man held a whip in his hand, hollering as he walked. After a few steps, the old man realized the cow wasn't moving and hollered again. Chris could tell right away the old man, who had shown up, was the cow's owner. Watching the old man coming over slowly, he shouted, "Are you deaf, you old geezer? What took you so long? I've been yelling for some ti