Seeing Yellow Weasel like this, I didn't want to scare her anymore.
We four brothers might not have been good people, but we couldn't possibly torment a female yellow weasel, could we?
If she knew she was wrong, I'd just scare her a little and let it go. If I really handed this yellow weasel over for Fourth Brother to play with, I wasn't afraid of anything else—I was afraid Fourth Brother would knock her up, and she'd turn around and give birth to some monster that was neither ghost nor weasel. Ahem.
Fuck, if the Third Elder of the Old Huang family came looking for trouble over that, wouldn't that be a whole mess?
It wasn't that I was afraid of him. It was just that the yellow weasel clan had too many members. Even if they didn't retaliate against me otherwise, if eighty or a hundred of them came to squat on the wall and watch while I was carrying on the family line, my fucking head would hurt too.
Think about it. You were at home with your wife, deeply researching the structure of the human body, and a whole pile of little green eyes was staring at you. Could you still be in the mood to continue?
Yellow Weasel stood there with her legs clamped together, trembling, then dropped to her knees before me with a thud.
"Um, Big Brother, this little sister was wrong. I—I'll never come out to rob people again. Please be kind and give this little sister another chance."
Seeing Yellow Weasel kneeling and begging me, Old Gouzi walked over and pulled out two handfuls of dog shit.
"Give you a chance? Want some dog shit instead? Fuck! Why don't you go ask around—what idiot falls into our brothers' hands and gets