Just like in the original story, Mi Long's words ended up earning the cannon fodder's resentment.
Some struggled, some raged, some felt ashamed. All those tangled emotions led to the spectacle of the cannon fodder taking on Mi Long.
Mi Long said that back home in Northeast China, he had dug eighty holes through the ice in one go, showing off his strength, endurance, and martial prowess.
And he really was formidable. More than a dozen cannon fodder took turns fighting him, yet he sent every last one of them sprawling.
Wang Yan sat in the courtyard with a cigarette hanging from his lips, watching the commotion with a broad grin.
After taking a beating, Kang Ya sidled over and squatted beside Wang Yan with a sly look.
"Brother Wang, are you really just going to let him insult you like that? If I were you, I wouldn't stand for it. I'd have to teach him a hard lesson."
Wang Yan smacked him on the head. "I'd say you're the one in this courtyard who most needs teaching. The moment I got here, you started stirring up trouble between me and Mi Long. I haven't dealt with you yet, and you still haven't learned your lesson?"
"Hehehe... I was just saying. Just saying." Kang Ya hurriedly darted away so Wang Yan could not grab him.
What a joke. Mi Long had already beaten them black and blue. Wang Yan could deal with Mi Long in a few punches and kicks—what would happen if he decided to deal with them?
"Serves you right." Bu La laughed heartily. "Damn it, you're the best at stirring up trouble, then you hide at the back when something happens. Mi Long, I say you hit him too lightly. That bastard didn't dare go in with