"You don't remember?"
His voice was weak and trembling. It was as if, if Gongxi Chou said, "I don't remember," the man would shatter into pieces right there.
Gongxi Chou furrowed his brow, and Shen Tang immediately knew what he was about to say.
Sure enough, he asked in return, "Should I remember you?"
The unspoken meaning was: Who the hell are you?
The first man to stand up shattered on the spot. His eyes reddened, his lips trembled, and he looked so fragile, as if he'd been struck a devastating blow. The others hesitated, and one had even gotten halfway to his feet. Gongxi Chou didn't just twist the knife—he chased after them to finish them off.
"I don't know you either..."
Gongxi Chou could tell from the way they were acting what they wanted to ask.
He'd predicted their move and responded accordingly.
A group of grown men gave him the look of abandoned lovers and resentfully called him a bastard. He really couldn't accept that.
Some were grief-stricken, others resentful. "You—"
If he didn't remember them, why had he given such important tokens to their lord? And how had their lord used those tokens to threaten them? They'd thought Gongxi Chou was a scoundrel, but never imagined he'd be so heartless.
One man trembled with anger as he protested, "After all I—after all I did, day and night, remembering you and thinking of you, I devoted myself to hard training so that one day I could make you admit defeat with good grace and personally return my... You, you, you—you actually don't remember me! Strange Hero Chou, do you have so many debts from your past misdeeds that you've forgotten who you tormented back then?"
Everyone knew the secret of losing his fundoshi, but saying it out