Doubt, listen, observe, understand, be angry, be resolute, execute!
The old man sweeping the floor moved with fluid grace, and the sudden, loud slap stunned everyone. It was so fast that no one had time to react, and the man in blue who was slapped stood there dumbfounded for a long time.
"Why did you hit me?" the man in blue asked angrily.
Seeing the man in blue get angry, the old man immediately cowered and raised his hand to block, afraid that the man in blue would also slap him.
"You...you said you wanted to cut in line, you even said you wanted to cut in line for ten people, you, you, you deserve to be beaten!"
The old man's tone was both timid and defiant, which looked somewhat comical.
The man in blue was so angry he almost choked. Damn it, he was the one who got cut in line, and now he's the one who got beaten up? Is this old man kidding me?
"He's the one who cut in line! If you're going to hit someone, hit him!" the man in blue roared, pointing at the man with the horse-like face.
"I...I don't know, I only heard you say you wanted to insert ten." The old man gripped the broom and slowly backed away, looking like a coward afraid that the man in blue would beat him up.
Qiao Suinian, who had watched the whole thing from the side, was somewhat taken aback, because wasn't this the same old man who had swept the floor in the Taiji Sect dungeon that day? So it turned out that this old man was mentally ill?
Wait a minute! How did that lunatic escape from his own dark shackles? Are lunatics this powerful these days?
"Reporting just a little bit, just a little bit? Then I must have made a mistake, hehe." The old man laughed awkwardly, revealing a set of yellow teeth covered in tartar, then grabbed his broom, turned around, and disappeared into the crowd.
"Don't you fucking leave!"
The man in blue tried to stop the old man, but the old man was as slippery as an eel, disappearing into the crowd in an instant.
Enraged, the man in blue vented his anger on the horse-faced man who had cut in line.
"You rude bastard! I can't handle a lunatic, but I can handle you, right? Come out and fight me one-on-one!"
The two immediately started fighting, and the scene became somewhat chaotic.
"You guys sign up first, I'll be right back."
Qiao Suinian gave the instructions and then chased after the old man in the direction he had left, wanting to find out what had happened that night.
After weaving through the crowd, Qiao Suinian quickly spotted the old man in a small alley. The old man was hiding behind a trash can, peeking out cautiously.
"How's it going? That lunatic didn't chase after us, did he?"
The old man asked somewhat guiltily, then glanced at Qiao Suinian twice, his eyes instantly hardening!
"Hey! Wait a minute! Old man, I remember you! You're that rude young man who ambushed me! This time I'm prepared, don't even think about ambushing me again!"
As the old man spoke, he immediately assumed a defensive stance, looking quite professional.
"Don't worry, old man, I'm not here to spar with you. I just want to ask you how you managed to break free from those chains that day?" Qiao Suinian asked with a simple and honest smile.
"Hmph! How could mere iron chains possibly bind me? With a gentle struggle, they all broke cleanly!" The old man put his hands behind his back, trying to strike the pose of a wise and enlightened master.
However, his slightly hunched back and thin body made him look rather comical.
"Zun Du Jia Du 0.o?"
"Zun Du!"
The old man stared intently at Qiao Suinian, making Qiao Suinian feel somewhat insecure.
"I told you last time, I am Ma Zhenguo, I do not change my name or surname, would I lie to you?"
Qiao Suinian: "......"
When the old man said this, Qiao Suinian was even less convinced. He always said the same thing when he told others that his name was Ye Difeng.
"You're the God of War, right? Fine! Let's go to the Tai Chi Sect and see if they recognize you!" Qiao Suinian grabbed the old man's hand and tried to lead him to the Tai Chi Sect.
"Hey, no, no! Stop messing around!"
The old man's face changed instantly. He tried to break free, but his strength was no match for Qiao Suinian's, and he couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried.
"You just want to know what happened that night, right? How about this, you buy me a drink, and I'll tell you, okay?" The old man's eyes darted around.
"Wine? Okay, then you wait here for me." Qiao Suinian turned and left to buy wine for the old man.
"Hehe? Waiting for you? Dream on! Your grandpa's gone! These young people these days are still too young!" Seeing Qiao Suinian walk away, the old man chuckled and was about to leave, but when he turned around, he found a small skeleton holding an AK with the barrel pressed directly against his forehead.
The old man's Adam's apple bobbed up and down involuntarily.
"Dude, is this thing... real?"
Faced with the old man's questioning, the little skeleton's response was simple: he raised his gun and fired several shots into the sky before turning the gun back on the old man.
"Damn! There's absolutely no trust between people these days!" Seeing that he couldn't escape, the old man cursed under his breath and sat down cross-legged on the ground.
Soon Qiao Suinian returned with a large jar of wine. He slapped the seal off with one hand, and the rich aroma of the wine instantly wafted into the old man's nose. The old man took two deep sniffs.
"This is... a rare Zhuyeqing liquor from the Martial Arts Hotel! What a fine wine! This stuff is incredibly expensive!"
The old man excitedly took the wine from Qiao Suinian's hand and began to drink it down in large gulps.
"It's really Zhuyeqing! Fine wine! Fine wine!"
The old man let out a burp, and his face showed a slight hint of drunkenness.
"What a pity, there's no chicken. If we had a chicken right now, along with a plate of fried peanuts to go with our drinks, I wouldn't trade it for the throne!"
"Don't worry, we've already bought the wine, how could there be no snacks to go with it?" A glint flashed in Qiao Suinian's eyes as he pulled out a warm beggar's chicken and a large bag of peanuts from his pocket and handed them to the old man.
"Hahaha! You're really on point, kid! You've got my eye on things!" The old man was overjoyed. He smashed the mud off the beggar's chicken, peeled off the lotus leaf, tore off a fat, juicy chicken leg, and started eating it in big bites, his mouth dripping with oil.
Qiao Suinian wasn't in a hurry. He waited until the old man had eaten and drunk his fill before asking the question.
"Now can you tell me what exactly happened that night?"
"belch!"
The old man let out a long burp, reeking of alcohol.
"What else could it be? It's just that the Taiji Sect wants to protect the peace of Jinling City. They feel that we are all fellow human beings and don't want to fight among ourselves, so they don't want to clash with the forces in the capital and deliberately let you go."
Qiao Suinian was somewhat taken aback upon hearing this. Having lived in the post-apocalyptic world for so long, where it was always a matter of one killing the other, he really hadn't expected the people of the Taiji Sect to have such a broad perspective.
Is it for the sake of the entire human race that we endure humiliation and hardship?
“Tai Chi School…” Qiao Suinian’s eyes were somewhat complicated.
The old man, who had finished eating and drinking, started picking his teeth, then looked at Qiao Suinian with a sly grin and said something.
"Dude, everyone's had their fill, time to go get some... you know what? You treated me to dinner and drinks, shouldn't you also treat the old man to a foot massage?"
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