Seeing the thugs laughing heartily, Wang Lajie knew he had done a good job and smugly strolled back. Green Hair shouted, "Come here, here's a reward for you." The guy brazenly pulled down his pants and urinated into a bottle, then handed it to Wang Lajie. Wang Lajie, quite obligingly, raised the bottle to drink. Green Hair stopped him, grinning wickedly, "This isn't for you, it's for him." He pointed to a burly driver who had just gotten off a truck. This guy seemed to be enjoying using someone else to do his dirty work; he wanted the burly man to beat up Wang Lajie so they could have a good laugh.
The man was over six feet tall, with a face full of menacing features; he didn't look like a pushover. Green Hair and his gang, relying on their numbers, weren't afraid of him, so only Wang Garbage was doomed. If they angered this man, beating him half-paralyzed would be a piece of cake.
Wang Laji realized the gravity of the situation and, holding the half-empty bottle of urine, could no longer laugh. Green Hair glared at him: "Go now!" Suddenly, Wang Laji knelt upright before Green Hair, pleading, "Please spare me! You can do whatever you want with me, just don't make me hurt anyone!" Green Hair and the others were taken aback, then laughed together, "Damn, quite the conscience, turns out he wasn't afraid of death after all." Green Hair stomped on Wang Laji's face, cursing repeatedly, "Are you going or not? Are you going or not…?"
At this moment, Xiang Yu finally wiped his face, threw the tempting grass he had been holding in front of me, and said resolutely as if he had made a great decision: "Take it, hurry up! So that I don't change my mind."
I snatched it away and shouted, "Wang Trash, come here!"
The three thugs, Green, Red, and Yellow, glared at me, but after seeing my and Xiang Yu's posture, none of them stepped forward first, maintaining the proper etiquette between a small-time hoodlum and an old-timer.
Wang Laji, observing the situation closely, quickly assessed the circumstances. He dashed over to me, smiling humbly as always: "Grandpa, what are your orders?"
Xiang Yu and I couldn't help but scrutinize Wang Laji. Unfortunately, we couldn't discern any hidden cunning in this old vagrant; he had been completely molded into a lump of dough.
I threw the tempting grass in front of him and only said "eat," but I was worried that I would change my mind in a little while.
Wang Laji picked up the blade of grass, smelled it with relish, but still asked with a smile and a hint of caution, "Won't it cause any problems if I eat this?"
Xiang Yu said impatiently, "Then what else do you want? Do you think living like this is meaningful?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Laji finally met Xiang Yu's gaze. I noticed a bitter grimace appear on his lips, and I swear it wasn't some sudden enlightenment—he was afraid Xiang Yu would stand up and beat him up.
Wang Laji gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, tossed the Temptation Grass into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it. Xiang Yu and I stared intently at him, waiting for him to slowly emanate his domineering aura. But after waiting for a long time, nothing happened. Over there, the three-haired, red-yellow-green-haired guy shouted again: "Wang Laji, are you done yet? Hurry up and get over here!"
Wang Laji scrambled over again. By then, the truck driver had already left, and Green Hair and his gang were disheartened. Green Hair spread his legs and said, "Fine, I'll let you off easy today. You'll crawl between their legs again and I'll let you go."
Wang Laji suddenly slowed his pace...
I was so nervous I forgot to breathe. I could almost see a hero slowly reviving, and I could almost smell the impending bloodshed.
Then, Wang Laji knelt down in front of Green Hair with a thud, lowered his body, and crawled between Green Hair's legs...
Xiang Yu and I stared at each other, almost unable to believe our eyes. After a long pause, it dawned on me, and I said to Xiang Yu, "Damn it, eating my treasure and then crawling between someone's legs... this peerless hero, could he be—"
Xiang Yu and I said in unison, "Han Xin?"
Chapter 100 A Hero of His Time
Xiang Yu and I were both astonished as we watched Wang Laji crawl toward Green Hair. Xiang Yu pressed his forehead and said, "Could it be that eating Temptation Grass alone is ineffective?"
I was jolted awake: "You think that guy surnamed He might be lying to us? Maybe he sent some pitiful-looking ragpicker just to get rid of the medicine we have?"
Xiang Yu was also taken aback, then said, "Even so, shouldn't this person at least show what he was like in his past life, whether he was a mule or a horse?"
As he spoke, Wang Laji's head had already slipped between Green Hair's legs. Just as he was about to crawl over, Wang Laji suddenly reached out and grabbed Green Hair's crotch. Green Hair, who was standing with his hands on his hips and looking up at the sky, was caught off guard and screamed as he was grabbed. Wang Laji slowly got up and said in a deep voice, "Call me Grandpa!"
Green Hair was filled with shock and rage. What surprised him most wasn't that someone had grabbed his crotch, but that the person grabbing him was none other than Wang Trash. His face contorted in shock, and he hissed, "Let go of me!" Yellow Hair and Red Hair were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. Green Hair's men wanted to help, but since it concerned Little Green's offspring, they dared not act rashly, and instead cursed from the sidelines, "Are you asking for death?!"
I asked Xiang Yu, "Which hero in history was good at grabbing people's crotches?" Xiang Yu was both amused and exasperated, and shook his head repeatedly.
Wang Laji had his back to us, so we couldn't see his expression. We only heard him say softly to Green Hair, "Call me grandpa and I'll let you go. Hurry up."
Green Hair opened his mouth to curse, but Wang Trash must have applied more pressure, because the curse that was about to escape his lips turned into a painful gasp. Yellow Hair and Red Hair continued to watch with grins; they knew this was getting interesting.
Wang Laji had clearly lost his patience and suddenly said coldly, "Forget it, you don't need to call me that anymore. You used to be able to be my grandson, but now you can only be my granddaughter..."
The moment Green Hair realized what those words meant, he screamed hysterically, "Grandpa, Grandpa!"
Wang Laji laughed, "Good boy." As he spoke, he actually let go of Green Hair and affectionately patted Green Hair's face twice with the hand that had just been gripping his crotch.
Now I'm confused too. I originally thought Wang Laji would hold Green Hair hostage until he was safe, so releasing him now is just asking for trouble, isn't it?
Little Green, who had just been liberated, forgot all about revenge and just stared blankly at Wang Laji. That's how people are. If you get bitten by a dog, your first thought is to pick up a stick and beat it to death. But if a seemingly well-behaved and cute little white rabbit pounces on you and bites off two pounds of your flesh, you have to wonder if you've encountered a rabbit spirit or are dreaming. So it's inevitable to be stunned for a moment.
Wang Laji didn't even glance at Green Hair again, then turned to Yellow Hair and Red Hair and said, "My grandson called me grandpa. If you don't, you probably won't be able to get by in this area anymore. To prevent my grandson from saying I don't know how to be considerate—you two should call me grandpa too." He said this as if it were a matter of course, like a teacher lecturing elementary school students, with a mix of coaxing and intimidation.
The red-haired and yellow-haired men's laughter froze. They were laughing because the green-haired man wasn't originally one of them; they were just gloating. But they never expected that disaster would befall them so quickly.
Red Hair pointed a finger at Wang Laju, seemingly having a mental lapse; he couldn't even think of a single curse word, despite his usual swear words. With lightning speed, Wang Laju shoved his right index finger down Red Hair's cheek along the corner of his mouth, then forcefully pulled it down. Red Hair involuntarily bent to the side, instinctively reaching out to cover his mouth with his hands.
"Don't move!" Wang Laji forcefully pulled down, threateningly, "Do you want me to tear your mouth behind your ear? That way you won't have to roll up your pies anymore."
Xiang Yu asked in bewilderment, "Why don't we need to roll up the pies anymore?"
I explained to him, "You should stretch your mouth behind your ears so that a whole pie can fit inside."
Xiang Yu: "..."
Wang Laji hooked the red-haired man with one finger and shouted, "Call me Grandpa!"
Red Hair writhed in pain, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but he was completely powerless to resist. If he managed to knock Wang Garbage away with a straight punch, his lip would be split open, though perhaps not as badly as Wang Garbage claimed. But if he really got a foothold in the brothel, he'd at least be able to eat and smoke without any problems. His companions dared not make a move, and Green Hair and Yellow Hair couldn't interfere. Rushing in now would definitely be seen as taking advantage of someone in distress, and in the end, it would be Red Hair who would be the one to be offended.
Wang Laji's temperament had become unusually irritable at some point. He lifted the red-haired man up and shouted, "Is it so hard to call me grandpa?"
Red Hair's nose snot and tears streamed down his face as he mumbled, "Dumb—"
Wang Laji focused intently, propping up his ear and looking down at the ground as he asked, "What did you say?"
Red Hair gasped for breath, adjusting his mouth for a long time before finally calling out, "Grandpa..."
Wang Laji stretched out his finger, causing the red-haired man to fall to the ground. He wiped the saliva off his finger on the red-haired man's body and laughed and cursed, "You can't even speak properly. It's shameful to have a grandson like you."
Red Hair lay on the ground, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Wang Laji.
At this moment, Wang Laji wiped his hands, feeling as comfortable as if he had just eaten a hot pot meal in the cold winter. He lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile to Huang Mao, "It's your turn, call out."