Oh, that's not the case in this era, then it's alright.
The fat man put his hands in his pockets and walked straight past them.
The leader was dumbfounded. Little Ze, can't you tell who's in control right now?
"stop!"
Finally, someone spoke up, but without any imposing manner, looking malnourished.
The fat man ignored him completely, as if he hadn't heard him.
Hula Chao, these people quickly caught up and surrounded him.
The one in the lead, even the fat guy couldn't bear to look at him. He looked like Deng Bao, like he hadn't washed his hair in a hundred years.
The fat man instinctively took two steps back, then smugly said to his friends, "Now you know fear?"
The fat man shook his head: "No, I'm afraid you'll give me the lice."
"..."
You, you, you! Damn it, this is infuriating! The leader hadn't been treated like this in years. He swung his arms, clenched his fists, and strode over at the fat man like a bastard.
The other guys saw the fat man's shoulder twitch, and then that bastard—no, I mean Wang Dexi—fell to the ground.
Just like Teacher Ma with his "Five-Strike Lightning Whip," he stood straight and tall!
Since they've already started, what else is there to say? Let's fight.
There were about six or seven of them in total. The MCA (Malaysian Chinese Association) definitely doesn't have that much power, so the answer to who ordered them to come is obvious.
However, through this incident, Fatty also realized that Sha Zhu wouldn't dare to do anything to him openly, since everyone, whether in the factory or the courtyard, knew that Fatty was his apprentice.
If you, as the master, don't teach your apprentice any skills, and even try to beat him up because you're jealous that he stole your thunder, then that idiot Zhu is really in a bad way.
His stench is so strong it could be smelled for miles around! Forget about finding a wife; even Qin Huairu would probably avoid him like the plague…
They say fools aren't fools, and look at him, he's very clear-headed!
Even when it comes to getting someone to deal with the fat guy, he's a professional. Why do I say that? Because even the most heroic and valiant person, unarmed, can't possibly beat four people!
Don't you have eyes in the back of your head? There are four people in front of you. One is distracting you from the front, another is constantly harassing you from the side, and the remaining two are suddenly attacking you hard from behind.
But the fat guy is a chef, so it makes sense for him to carry a big ladle with him, right?
When cooking in a large pot, a small ladle is useless, so it's not unreasonable for this one to weigh 10 taels, right?
If a 10-ounce ladle were to hit you on the head, you'd be completely stunned. Doesn't that fit the Pythagorean theorem?
When a fight actually broke out, they realized they had kicked a hornet's nest!
These people were the children of factory workers at the Red Star Factory. They were similar to Qin Huairu in that they didn't work hard and didn't care about getting promoted.
They're all single, and they feel pretty proud of earning 27.5 yuan a month. All they want to do is coast along and wait for their younger siblings to take their place.
The group of people were of the same ilk and were used to being loud and boisterous together. They always thought of themselves as the "Seven Heroes and Five Gallants," as heroes.
Today I actually encountered someone who dared to hit me hard, and I realized that being hit on the head with a spoon really hurts!
There was also a 42-foot kick that nearly broke his ribs!
With a combat skill bonus of 5, the fat guy can occasionally land critical hits. These guys are like chickens and dogs in front of him, worthless... cough cough, I can't say that!
The fat man stared at the guy who was jumping the most enthusiastically, then suddenly pushed off the ground, and as if his feet were on springs, he appeared in front of him in a flash.
Before he could react, two straight punches landed on his face, one from the left and one from the right; just after the two punches, a kick came down and landed on his lower abdomen, knocking him down. Then, the fat man's punch came right to his nose, making it split open.
Another burly guy saw an opportunity and tried to hug the fat man from behind.
This was a common tactic they used when fighting. Once someone was grabbed by him, he could use his superior weight to slam them to the ground, leaving them like a monkey trapped under a mountain, their buttocks facing outwards. Then his accomplices would come up and beat them with punches and kicks.
But the fat man's response was completely unexpected.
A normal person's instinctive reaction would be to dodge, which gave him an opportunity; but the fat man did the opposite and deliberately snuggled into his arms!
The fat man's sudden entrance reminded him of a childhood memory from Zuojiazhuang, when he encountered a wild boar in the mountains and was nearly knocked flying. Even after all these years, the memory remained vivid.
He staggered back several steps, trying to grab the fat man, but the fat man suddenly turned halfway around, grabbed one of his legs, and then lifted him up without hesitation!
He flailed his arms, struggling to regain his balance, but gravity told him, "All struggles are futile, lie down!"
He fell to the ground with a thud, and the fat man knelt down, pressing his knee heavily on his neck. The guy thrashed about with his hands, and soon started saying in a foreign language: "I can't breathe! I can't breathe!"
When the fat man stood up again, staring fiercely at the remaining people with eyes like a ferocious beast eyeing its prey, the group chickened out, their courage vanished, and they scattered in all directions!
The fat man then leisurely patted the vomit off his pants and hummed a song as he returned to the cafeteria.
As soon as I entered, I saw Ma Hua leaning close to Sha Zhu's ear, the two of them whispering something to each other.
Upon seeing the fat man, she was somewhat dumbfounded. Her first instinct was to blurt out, "You're back?"
"What kind of talk is that? Are you going to spend the New Year in the toilet if you don't come back?"
Ma Hua was rebuffed by the fat man's remark and looked at him suspiciously. Suddenly, she noticed bloodstains on his sleeve and turned over, feigning concern, to ask, "Are you alright? Why is there blood on your sleeve?"
The fat man glanced at it, walked to the edge of the pool, gently rubbed it with soap, and said calmly, "It's dog blood. Six or seven stray dogs barked at me, and I killed one of them."
The moment such a inflammatory remark was uttered, everyone in the cafeteria changed color!
The plump aunt was the first to criticize MCA: "What's going on? Explain yourself!"
Feeling guilty, Ma Hua immediately tried to slip away, saying, "I...I need to use the restroom..."
Aunt Pang's gaze shifted back and forth between Fatty and Silly Zhu, then she said to Zhao Lao Er, "Go and take a look."
Having benefited from Aunt Pang's treatment last time, Zhao Lao Er was very willing to be at her beck and call, and chased after her without saying a word.
Sha Zhu gave them a sinister look, then tilted his head and sat there with a deadpan expression, saying nothing.
In the afternoon, Liu Lan made an excuse to go to Deputy Factory Director Li's office.
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