The sun was already high.
Yao Chi stood outside the inn, his expression frozen and his face drenched in sweat as he stared at the outhouse nearby, his iron fists clenched tight.
Beside him, Fox Mei Zi, Old Liu, Xu Bangzi, Ren Ye, Wu Pangzi, and the others all watched him expectantly, waiting for what came next.
"Does Brother Yao think this is the wrong place, and that's why he doesn't want to go in for his 'meal'?" Like some great critic, Old Liu said with great precision, "What he said was that if he lost the bet, he would go to the biggest dry latrine on Jing Mountain and eat three jin of shit. Those were very clearly worded terms... with Brother Yao's commitment to keeping his word, naturally, he wouldn't deviate from them in the slightest."
"That's right. One look at Brother Yao tells you he's a man who values his promises." Ren Ye agreed. "I suggest writing to the Main Headquarters and asking them to send two Greenwood Birds to take Brother Yao to Jing Mountain to eat shit."
Fox Mei Zi widened her almond-shaped eyes, stole a glance at Ren Ye, and asked sweetly, "Did Yao Chi offend you people?"
"No, no." Ren Ye waved a hand. "I simply admire people who keep their promises."
Fuck, they're rotten to the core. Even Xu Bangzi, who was on their side, was inwardly cursing Ren Ye and Old Liu. Still, out of curiosity, he really did want to see whether Yao Chi, who clearly had an artistic, idealistic temperament, would be like ordinary people when it came to fulfilling a difficult promise-backing down when he had to and weaseling out when he needed to.
Under the blazing sun, Wu Pangzi wiped away his sweat and called, "Listen, Brother