After Zhao Tie and the others left, the round, plump Wang Pangzi did not follow them. Instead, he sidled up to Fang Yuan, his face heaped with an honest smile.
"Junior Brother Fang, training?" Wang Pangzi greeted him with a grin.
Fang Yuan halted his saber stance and looked at this third senior brother, unable to fathom his intentions. "Senior Brother Wang, do you need something?"
Wang Pangzi gave an awkward laugh and rubbed his hands together.
Since childhood, he had heard his father say that only those who could be ruthless toward themselves were truly ruthless people.
Seeing Fang Yuan practicing Martial Arts with a chopping knife just now, he had felt that this person was no ordinary man—definitely a ruthless sort.
"Nothing much." Wang Pangzi's gaze fell on the chopping knife in Fang Yuan's hand, curiosity gleaming in his tiny eyes. "I just think... Junior Brother Fang, your weapon... is rather distinctive!"
He spoke cautiously, probing, afraid Fang Yuan might misunderstand.
Fang Yuan looked at this overly familiar fat man, his gaze shifting slightly. For a moment, he could not tell whether the words were mockery or a sincere joke.
Wang Pangzi was quick to read his expression. Seeing something amiss in Fang Yuan's face, he hurriedly waved his hands in explanation.
"Don't misunderstand, Junior Brother Fang! I absolutely don't mean to look down on you!"
He patted his chest, making the fat on his body tremble.
"Although my family... well... has a little money, just a few dozen shops, restaurants, pharmacies... I, Wang Pangzi, never look at money when making friends.
I look at whether we hit it off, whether they're sincere! I truly think you, Junior Brother Fang, are a fine person!"
"..."
Did you come here to make friends, or to flaunt your wealth?
Fang