Seven or eight people were kneeling in the living room.
They were all dressed in identical black suits.
Grandpa Bai sat on the sofa, leaning on his battered old cane.
I saw blood on several of the men in black, most of them bruised and swollen as though they had been badly beaten.
What was going on? Jiang Xiaohui looked at me with the same questioning gaze, while Ye Jinghong softly said, "Don't tell me Grandpa Bai beat all of them up?"
I was stunned too.
I had lived with Grandpa Bai for years. In my impression, he had always been an old man who supported himself by collecting scrap. There were seven or eight strong, burly men in front of him. How could he possibly have beaten them into this state by himself?
When Grandpa Bai saw us return, he asked, "Why did you come back?"
I gave a light cough. "We saw two cars drive into the neighborhood just now. The more I thought about it, the more something felt wrong, so we came back. Grandpa, what happened to them?"
Grandpa Bai looked a little embarrassed. With a bitter smile, he said, "I beat them up!"
So it really had been him. He was actually an expert—a hidden master.
Jiang Xiaohui, however, did not think that much about it and laughed. "Grandpa Bai, you're really amazing! There were seven or eight big guys, and we were only gone for a few minutes. Yet you beat them into this state." Jiang Xiaohui was clearly excited. I was truly afraid he would suggest sparring with Grandpa Bai.
Sure enough, he added, "Grandpa Bai, how about the two of us have a go?" Jiang Xiaohui always got itchy hands whenever he saw an expert. Grandpa Bai merely smiled. "These old bones