Red Hair and Green Hair were already free, and if the two groups rushed at Wang Trash together, they would be no match. But people are strange creatures. These two had suffered a great humiliation at Wang Trash's hands, and now only Yellow Hair was unharmed. So, these two were no longer in a hurry and stood silently watching from behind.
Huang Mao also analyzed the current situation. He took a step back and forced a smile, saying, "...Old Wang, I used to joke with you, so please don't take it to heart."
Wang Laji completely ignored him, and casually put his hand to his ear, saying, "Hurry up and call, I'm waiting."
Huang Mao patted Wang Laji on the shoulder and said in a seemingly carefree manner, "Haha, Old Wang just loves to joke around."
Wang Laji stubbornly insisted, "Call me Grandpa!"
Huang Mao finally couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled out a dagger more than a foot long from his waistband and shouted angrily, "Don't push your luck!"
Wang Laji glanced at it and chuckled, "Oh, you even have a knife. Do you know how to use it?" He reached out and grabbed the blond-haired man's arm, causing the man to shudder and nearly drop the knife. Wang Laji then used his other hand to pinch the blond-haired man's fingers on the knife handle, and said with a grin, "Don't be afraid, I'll teach you how to kill someone."
Wang Laji placed the hand holding the knife on his neck, then tilted his head, patted his bulging veins, and said, "See this? There's a very thick blood vessel here. If you cut it, even a god can't save you."
The blond-haired man's knife was sharpened to an extremely fine point, its white gleam making Wang Laju's neck shine brightly. Several times, the blond-haired man almost dropped the knife, but Wang Laju helped him pick it up again each time.
Wang Laji glanced at the trembling blond-haired man and said in surprise, "What, you look down on wrist-cutting? Then I'll teach you another trick." Wang Laji placed the blond-haired man's hand on his left chest and said, "Do you know where this is? That's right, it's the heart. Stabbing here will kill you instantly!" Wang Laji took the blond-haired man's free hand and placed it on his chest, stroking it. "Can you feel the ribs? Do you know how to stab for the first time—don't use too much force, it's hard to pull out if it's stuck in the ribs. You have to knead it as you stab."
As Wang Laji spoke, he took the blond-haired man's hand and demonstrated. The blond-haired man had become like a puppet, foolishly letting Wang Laji manipulate him. After Wang Laji finished teaching the blond-haired man, he took a step back and said, "I've taught you everything. Come on, didn't you want to kill me?"
Yellow Hair stood motionless, knife in hand. Wang Laji, hunched over, looked up at Yellow Hair, but his demeanor was that of a scholar surveying the world.
Wang Laji urged, "Hurry up, are you going to kill him or not? I have friends waiting for me."
After observing for a while, Xiang Yu said to me, "This man's martial arts skills are not very high, but he has a ruthless streak. I really can't think of anyone in history who has this kind of character."
I said disdainfully, "Of course you wouldn't believe it, you've only been around for a few years!"
Xiang Yu said, "Oh, then do you know who this person is?"
"...I don't know either. The history I know best is from last year."
On the field, Wang Laji urged Huang Mao several times, but Huang Mao didn't make a move. Wang Laji said in a disappointed tone, "Then let me help you?" He suddenly grabbed Huang Mao's hand holding the knife. We all thought he was going to take the knife away, but no one expected him to stab himself hard in the heart...
Finally, the blond-haired guy was so frightened that his hand slipped, and the knife plunged deep into Wang Laju's shoulder. Bright red blood slowly seeped into Wang Laju's clothes. The blond-haired guy collapsed into a heap, then covered his face and screamed like a little girl. Wang Laju roared, "Call me Grandpa!"
With a sob in his voice, Huang Mao hurriedly called out, "Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa!"
All the thugs were stunned, too weak to even run, let alone attack. Wang Laji smiled contentedly, pointing at each of them and saying, "If you want to regain your dignity, I'm ready anytime. But remember, if you come at me, kill me. As long as I'm left with a breath, your lives and your families' lives won't be your own!"
After saying this, Wang Laji didn't look at them again. Smiling broadly, he walked to my and Xiang Yu's table, sat down, and waved to the owner, "Bring me a bottle of beer." The owner trotted over with the beer and respectfully placed it in front of Wang Laji. Wang Laji pointed at us and said, "I'll pay for these two brothers. How much?"
The boss bowed and scraped, saying, "Look at you, after knowing me for so long, telling me this..."
Wang Laji slammed his hand on the table: "How disgusting! I'm just going to drink your beer for free? How much did it cost?"
The shopkeeper shrank back and said, "It's 9 yuan in total..."
Wang, the garbage collector, loosened his red belt, pulled out a handful of smelly bills from his pants, counted out 10 yuan, and threw it on the ground: "Keep the change!" The shopkeeper picked up the money and ran away as if fleeing a famine.
Wang Laji used his teeth to crack open the bottle cap, took a big gulp, let out a satisfying burp, and looked at us with a smile: "Who are you two?"
I pointed to the knife on his shoulder: "Could you take that off before you talk? I'm feeling dizzy."
Wang Laji pulled the knife out and casually tossed it on the table, chuckling, "You flatter me." Blood immediately gushed from his wound, but Wang Laji tore open his clothes to wrap it up, completely unconcerned.
What I'm most curious about right now is the identity of this old pervert in front of me, so I asked, "What's your name?"
Wang Laji probably knew what I was asking, and answered directly, "Liu Xiazhi."
I scratched my head and said, "Liu Xia Zhi? That surname sounds familiar. Liu Xia Hui..."
Liu Xiazhi said, "That's my brother."
I exclaimed in surprise, "Your brother is Liu Xiahui, the man who remained unmoved even with a woman in his lap?" I never imagined that such a famous gentleman would have such a younger brother.
Liu Xiazhi scoffed, "Why bring him up? He's a hypocrite."
I asked cautiously, "Have you seen that woman before?"
Liu Xia Zhi was stunned: "Which girl?"
"The one who sat on your brother's lap, is it because she's too ugly..."
Liu Xiazhi interrupted me, a little annoyed: "Why does everyone talk about me first when they see me? I have a name too!" At this point, Wang Laji proudly declared, "I'm a villain!"
I smiled ingratiatingly and said, "I can tell."
Xiang Yu had been coldly observing Wang Laji, seemingly looking down on him. Suddenly, he asked, "Don't you have a nickname, Robber Zhi?"
Liu Xiazhi slapped his thigh: "There's someone who understands! It's me. And who are you?"
"I am Xiang... never mind, you wouldn't understand even if I told you."
Liu Xiazhi, quick-witted, laughed and said, "Looks like you're still after me."
I introduced him, saying, "This is Xiang Yu, Brother Yu."
Liu Xiazhi said, "That's right. Liu Xiazhi really doesn't know Xiang Yu, but even if Wang Laji is uncultured, he has heard of Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu."
Xiang Yu smiled faintly, pointed at Liu Xia Zhi and said to me, "This man is the infamous Robber Zhi of yesteryear. He led a thousand men to run rampant among the feudal lords and committed all sorts of evil deeds. He even managed to drive away Confucius, who went to debate with him."
I almost jumped up in surprise: "Kong Qiu? The sage Confucius?"
Liu Xiazhi said, "It was that old fellow. I only refrained from bothering him because I thought he was on good terms with my brother, but who knew that old babbling on and on. It was lunchtime, so I just shouted, 'Bring up that plate of steamed human liver,' and that old bastard tucked his tail between his legs and ran away." At this point, Liu Xiazhi burst into unrestrained laughter, "Confucius was disgusted and ran away, hahaha."
I was speechless. This was disgusting! In a flash, I blurted out, "Heaven and earth should distinguish between the pure and the impure, but how could they confuse Robber Zhi and Yan Yuan—Robber Zhi, I remember now, there was a line like that in Guan Hanqing's 'The Injustice to Dou E' when we were in school. So, does that mean you're a bad person?"