When they were just over five meters from Wang Yi and the others, the two men got off the motorcycle.
As the crooked-mouthed man in the back seat climbed off, he smacked the helmet of the rider in front of him with his right hand.
He cursed in Brazilian Portuguese, which Wang Yi couldn't understand.
In his other hand, he held the box of cigars they had just stolen.
Then he came up to Wang Yi with a broad, ingratiating smile and said in heavily accented English:
"Wang, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
"Our boss already warned us that anyone who dared to mess with you wouldn't get away with it."
"But this guy just got back from out of town. He hasn't received the boss's orders yet. And he's not all there."
As he spoke, the crooked-mouthed man pointed at his own head.
Before Wang Yi's family could say anything, he immediately turned and barked at the helmeted rider:
"Apologize already! You want to die?"
As he spoke, he smacked the helmet again with a sharp slap.
The rider hurriedly bent at the waist and mumbled, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
The crooked-mouthed man smacked the helmet again.
"Take it off! Who apologizes to someone with a helmet on? Damn it, show some sincerity."
The rider quickly removed his helmet.
Only then did Wang Yi and the others see that the rider was a boy in his early teens.
One of his ears had a notch in it, and the injury looked fairly recent.
It reminded Wang Yi of One-Ear from Tom and Jerry, which he had watched as a child.
The crooked-mouthed man turned to Wang Yi.
"Wang, I'm truly sorry. This new guy doesn't know the rules, and he's not too bright either."
As he spoke, he