Seeing this, Tushen's expression turned grim. He furrowed his brow, about to reprimand the worker.
But just then, a fine horse shot out of the large shed like a gray whirlwind. The steed was exceptionally tall and powerfully built, its body a mass of bulging muscle. It was gray all over, its coat the color of faint smoke.
NEIGH!
The gray horse let out a neigh, its hooves stomping violently on the ground, kicking up snow with every impact. Then, like an arrow loosed from a bow, it charged toward the group of people.
The gray horse's speed was incredible, whipping up a howling wind as it ran. Wherever it passed, the previously busy workers turned deathly pale. They dropped their tools and dove into the snowbanks on both sides of the path. The scene instantly descended into chaos.
When Manager Tushen saw the gray horse, his face changed, and he quickly yelled a warning.
"Dammit, everyone get out of the way! It's gone crazy again!"
