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After getting off the train, Fat Ma wore a blissful smile on his face. However, as he pushed the door open and stepped inside the shop, his expression changed to one of shock. Anger surged within him, turning his face crimson, but he held back from shouting. The shop was in complete disarray.
After dropping his bag, Fat Ma immediately stepped back outside without a word. I followed closely behind him, remaining silent.
After walking for a while, the Fat Ma finally spoke up, "How dare they bully me? They'll pay for this." I knew Fat Ma well; he was the type who would never let himself be wronged. If anyone dared to cross him, he would make sure their home became a toilet for at least ten days or more.
Fat Ma was very familiar with Changsha, navigating through the streets until we reached a door. Without hesitation, he kicked it hard and shouted, "Old Ghost, get out here!"
No one responded. Fat Ma lifted his leg again for another kick, causing the door to creak ominously. Soon enough, a crowd began to gather around us, but Fat Ma didn’t care about that.
I couldn’t just stand by, so I grabbed Fat Ma and urged him to calm down. With so many people watching, if someone called the police, it would lead to trouble.
Hearing this, Fat Ma calmed down a bit and restrained himself slightly. He spat out in anger, "Old Ghost, Fat Master will be back." With that, he turned and left.
On our way back home, Fat Ma's anger had not yet subsided. He cursed Old Ghost's entire family repeatedly, even going so far as to insult ancestors who had been buried for hundreds of years.
"Are you really sure it was Old Ghost who did this to you?" I asked.
Fat Ma replied furiously, "Who else could it be? That guy is always stabbing me in the back. This time I'm settling both old and new scores at once so he knows that Fat Master isn’t someone to mess with."
His righteous indignation made it clear that he wanted nothing more than to deal with Old Ghost right then and there.
Once we arrived home, I suggested that Fat Ma take stock of the shop and see what was missing.
Fat Ma fumed in the shop, his face shifting through a spectrum of emotions. "Damn it, they've taken all my good stuff. This time, I won't let it go."
He sank heavily into a chair, brooding in silence.
After a few minutes of restless sitting, he grew agitated again, rising and sitting back down repeatedly, making me dizzy just watching him.
Old Ghost wasn't home, but I knew where he was. Fat Ma suddenly stood up and declared.
He stepped out the door, and I followed him; this time, Fat Ma was serious.
We quickly arrived at the teahouse where Fat Ma and I had eaten last time, the same place where I first met Old Ghost. The staff greeted the hefty man warmly.
But Fat Ma ignored them and asked, "Is Old Ghost here?"
The staff member's eyes darted around nervously before he hurriedly replied, "No."
"Don't pull that kind of trick in front of me. Kid, I'll deal with you too."
The staff member's expression changed immediately, his words becoming hesitant.
Fat Ma disregarded him entirely and marched upstairs, kicking open the door to a private room. At that moment, the shopkeeper arrived and grabbed Fat Ma's arm, saying, "Boss Ma, it's been a while."
Fat Ma shook him off and strode straight into the room, where he found Old Ghost engaged in conversation with someone. Without a word, Fat Ma delivered a swift kick to Old Ghost's back.
Old Ghost was caught off guard by Fat Ma's sudden attack, falling to the ground and rolling a few times while shouting in pain, cursing, "Which bastard snuck up on me?"
Before Fat Ma could make another move, someone shouted, "Enough!"
When Fat Ma saw who had spoken, he reluctantly pulled back his foot that was suspended in mid-air. Although he looked displeased, he still complied with the command.
"This matter is between Old Ghost and me; I kindly ask Sixth Master not to interfere."
The man referred to as Sixth Master had a mouth full of whiskers and drooping eyelids. He spoke in a deep voice, "I am not just a decorative vase sitting here today. If there's something to discuss, let's do it properly at the table instead of resorting to violence."
Fat Ma looked frustrated and called out, "Old Sun, come in and sit down; I’ll treat you to a meal."
I responded and walked in, pulling up a chair to sit down.
The man called Sixth Master lifted his eyelids and glanced at me. I returned the look, and we exchanged no words.
At that moment, Old Ghost, who had been knocked down by Fat Ma's sneak attack, finally realized that the culprit was Fat Ma. Anger ignited within him.
He shouted, "Fat Ma, how dare you sneak attack me!" With that, he stepped forward, ready to confront Fat Ma.
Fat Ma showed no signs of fear; he was ready for a fight. However, just as he stood up...
"Sixth Master" declared, "So today I'm not in charge, is that it?" His voice was not loud, but it had a significant effect; both "Old Ghost" and the Fat Ma immediately halted their actions, glaring at him.
"Everyone, sit down."
The Fat Ma was quick to comply, taking two chairs for himself.
Although "Old Ghost" noticed this, he dared not provoke "Sixth Master" and could only have his underlings bring in another chair.
Once everyone was seated, the dishes on the table had long since cooled, indicating that "Sixth Master" and "Old Ghost" had been there for quite some time.
" Fat Ma, you are being too much."
"Old Ghost, don’t play the victim. If you dare to bully Fat Master, I will definitely deal with you."
In terms of physique, comparing "Old Ghost" to the Fat Ma was like comparing apples to oranges; they were simply not in the same league. This was evident from their earlier scuffle, where the Fat Ma had taken advantage of an opening to launch a sneak attack.
"Let’s discuss this openly; harmony brings prosperity."
The Fat Ma's expression changed immediately as he turned to "Sixth Master," lamenting, "Sixth Master, you have no idea what wicked things this Old Ghost has done," his face full of grievance as he nearly shed tears.
Seeing this, "Old Ghost" became anxious: "Sixth Master, don’t listen to his nonsense."
The Fat Ma faced "Old Ghost," his expression turning serious as he sternly rebuked, "Old Ghost, are you still trying to argue?" He nearly rolled up his sleeves again.
"Old Ghost" refused to back down, saying defiantly, "Fat Ma, don't think I'm afraid of you. Let's face each other; I’ll make you pick up your teeth from the ground."
Fat Ma glanced at him dismissively and took a step forward. Old Ghost stepped back.
I tugged at Fat Ma because I noticed that Sixth Master’s expression had turned grim.
Fat Ma sat down with an unhappy look on his face.
Old Ghost said to June, "I, Old Ghost, have always been straightforward and never engage in underhanded tricks," emphasizing his point with a glance at Fat Ma.
Fat Ma completely ignored him and got straight to the point: "Old Ghost, did you go to my house?"
"Why would I go to your house? Am I bored out of my mind?"
Fat Ma's tone immediately weakened. "So you really didn't go."
Old Ghost rubbed his bruised face. "No."
Seeing this, Fat Ma began to have doubts. If it really wasn't Old Ghost, then he had targeted the wrong person. What would he do then? It wouldn't end well.
Fat Ma realized he had forgotten to speak.
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