"Uncle Hu, please judge fairly. What did your nephew do wrong? Outsiders came onto my turf to cause trouble. How could I just sit by and do nothing?"
Xue Kuang had finally found a big tree to shelter under. Mustering his courage, he spoke up.
"How dare you keep running your mouth? Uncle Hu, it's not that I don't respect you, but unless my Eldest Brother says otherwise, that bastard Xue Kuang is leaving here on his back today!"
Duan Tiandai stuck out his chin. His bluster had faded considerably, though.
The middle-aged man in finery smiled faintly and cupped his fist toward Xu Yi. "Greetings, young friend. Since you're Little Duan's friend, we're all on the same side. It's just a case of the flood washing into the Dragon King's temple. Let's put this matter to rest, shall we? Would you do an old man the favor?"
Xu Yi said, "I don't know you, so you have no face to ask me to spare. Old Duan is my brother, and I'll do him that favor. Old Duan, if you say let it go, I'll let it go."
Duan Tiandai felt a pang of shame, and his blood surged. "Let it go my ass! Nobody gets to tell me what to do. I'm going to pound the one surnamed Xue into the ground today! Wang Bao, stop fighting and call in the men!"
Xu Yi smiled. "The two of us are more than enough to deal with these punks. Are you calling people over to watch the show?"
Duan Tiandai's face stiffened. He cupped his fists toward Xu Yi. "Eldest Brother, at least leave me some face. If I can't handle this myself, how the hell am I supposed to go back to Dormitory 137?"
Earlier, when the middle-aged man