Li Feng looked calm when the front hooves of Black Tornado touched the ground, clearly annoyed by the rider on its back, then instantly darted out with gathered strides.
"Li, my brother."
Zhang Chang also exclaimed in astonishment, asking if it was necessary to be so fierce—the moment he mentioned Black Tornado had a fiery temperament, Li Feng had mounted it. Was he joking?
Li Feng didn't hear Zhang Chang's inner thoughts as Black Tornado's speed was rapid, and gusts of wind roared past his ears. Li Feng had ridden horses before, and had once stayed in Afghanistan for three months to complete a deal.
Afghanistan has many mountains and barren landscapes, and transportation there could be described by one word: terrible. Hence, riding horses and camels there was an important means of travel, and Li Feng had learned horse riding there.
