Isn't it satisfying to point at someone you hate and curse them to their face?
It is, but very few people dared to do that.
Then why did so many people only dare to badmouth others behind their backs?
At its root, the reason was simple: they didn't dare!
Don't be fooled by the fact that Fatty Liu dared to call Liu Bei a "weaver of mats and peddler of shoes" behind his back, and dared to call Wang Xuan a "dog thief" and a "treacherous scoundrel"... Even if he had ten or eight extra lives, he still wouldn't dare say it to Wang Xuan's face!
Wasn't it better to keep his head on his neck?
Fatty Liu had no doubt that Wang Xuan dared to kill. The head of the Fang Family, one of the three great families of Julu and closely connected to him, had been beheaded by Wang Xuan with a single sword right beside him some time ago. At the time, blood had spattered all over him and soaked through the soles of his shoes.
In truth, he was somewhat of a clean freak, but back then, he hadn't even dared to fart, much less move. He had wished he could find some corner to crawl into, terrified that Wang Xuan would notice him. To be honest, even recently, he often dreamed at midnight of the Fang Family patriarch's lonely head floating before him.
That was the source of his fear. It was also why he had been so eager to overthrow Liu Bei's rule and have Wang Xuan die. He was afraid—afraid that one day Wang Xuan would come looking for him just like this. It wasn't that the thought of surrender had never crossed his mind. It was just that his heart wouldn't be