Mado had barely started cursing when Sui Xiong understood why his friends said he had a poisonous tongue and was always offending people.
Friends were friends, after all, so they had put it rather tactfully. In Sui Xiong's eyes, this could hardly be called merely "poisonous-tongued"—it was practically the supreme art of street-cursing from the comedy film Hail the Judge!
He rattled on in a torrent, cursing for at least two or three hundred words without repeating a single sentence. What was more, after he finished in one breath, the middle-aged man had just opened his mouth to retort when Mado took a breath and launched into another string of curses—another two or three hundred words or so, again without repetition... After cycling through this two or three times, it truly deserved to be called a divine skill, one worthy of admiration.
And the things he cursed were both viciously clever and venomous, offering all manner of greetings to the other man's body parts and relatives, showing every kind of concern, curiosity, question, and deduction... He cursed until the middle-aged man's face turned white and his breathing grew ragged. In the end, the man swayed and collapsed onto the stone steps. Had there not been companions beside him—presumably assistants or subordinates—to look after him, he might well have been cursed into unconsciousness.
Watching him get cursed so miserably, Sui Xiong could not help recalling a funny video he had seen online—Zhuge Liang Curses Wang Lang to Death. Based on a scene from the television drama Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the video had spliced in cursing scenes from all sorts of films and animated works, creating one enormous hodgepodge. In it, Zhuge Liang took on all manner of forms and used every imaginable language and tactic to curse Wang Lang