Not Just An Ordinary Man

“This is boring“! said the Asian man.
Casually walking down the street, he looks to the left.
“There is a tank parade!”
He hears a repetitive noise.
“Clap, clap, clap,” the sound of the bystanders clapping.
He decides to give them a real show!
Within a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the tanks.
“That’s not just an Asian man, he’s a magical wizard,” said one person in the audience.

The crowd watches him as he stands in front of the massive tanks, pondering what he was about to do next. With the swift movement of his right arm carrying god-knows-what, he twirls his arm in a giant circle. He concentrates on repositioning of the armored tanks.

“Amazing! The tank just moved to the left!” says one bystander.
“Oh my gosh! The tank just moved to the right!” says another.
“Goddammit!” says the tank driver.

With a sharp eye, one could see the twitching of the Asian man’s vein. (If you do see it, make sure you take a picture because stuff like that do not happen often.) With an even sharper eye, one could see the scar on his finger. Perhaps he has been through countless battles, and all he ended up was one measly little scar. Incredible!

Another quick movement and he was on top of the tank. He turns around in all directions to look at the onlookers. Smiling and waving, he blew kisses to those who would accept them, and vanished into thin air.