"Big Brother, you absolutely must not go down. That brat is formidable; you must not put yourself in danger."
On the city wall, Liu Bei and his two brothers stood beside a tall, powerfully built, strikingly handsome armored man. Hearing Wang Yan's words from below, the loudmouth spoke before Liu Bei could open his mouth.
Of course, he knew that Wang Yan had spared his life earlier and even returned his weapon, that Wang Yan had not intended to kill them. He also knew he might not be Wang Yan's match. Thus, though what he said to Liu Bei acknowledged Wang Yan's strength, who was he? He was not merely the loudmouth—he was also the hardmouth.
So, after advising Liu Bei, he naturally shouted down at the city, "Wang Yan, you little brat, do not be so arrogant! Wait until your grandpa fights you for three hundred rounds!"
Wang Yan merely shook his head and smiled without saying a word. Turning one hand into a pig's trotter isn't quite enough. Next time we fight, I should turn that little blackie's head into a pig's head...
Liu Bei waved a hand. "Third Brother, Wang Yan had no intention of killing us last time. We were inferior in skill and should strive to improve ourselves. Why respond with vicious words? If we fight again and Wang Yan shows no mercy, how will you still be able to shout so boldly?"
The handsome man beside him asked curiously, "Xuande, are you acquainted with this bandit?"
"To be honest, Brother, three months ago, when we suppressed unrest in Zhuo Commandery, my third brother Yide fought him. In a single exchange, his weapon was taken from him, and Yide was kicked from his horse. At the time, he had three hundred men while I had