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Shazhu noticed that his words had indeed taken effect, a smug smile creeping onto his lips. Hmph! As long as I don’t admit it, what can you all do to me?
Yan Bugui was so enraged by Shazhu's shameless remarks that he pointed at him and cursed repeatedly, "Shazhu, you bastard, you're simply the epitome of shamelessness! You're nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing!"
To Yan Bugui's ineffective insults, Shazhu completely ignored him, intent on closing the door behind him. However, his arch-nemesis, Xu Damao, suddenly appeared. "Hey Shazhu, you said Yan Da Ye is spreading rumors that you have a disease. I find it hard to believe that someone who has been a teacher for so many years would resort to such slander!"
"Since you both have your own stories, I have an idea to prove who is telling the truth. I wonder if you're brave enough to give it a try?"
Although Shazhu had spent ten years in prison, he knew Xu Damao inside out. The tone of Xu Damao's voice made it clear that he was up to no good. Xu Damao, what do you want here? It’s been ten years; are you itching for a fight?
No matter what kind of person Shazhu had become, he always looked down on Xu Damao. He believed Xu Damao would forever be the soft shrimp he could easily trample on. Xu Damao was now around forty years old, in the prime of his life, while Shazhu had become a thin, slightly hunchbacked old man. Xu Damao had never feared Shazhu before; how could he possibly fear him now?
"Oh ho ho! Shazhu, you want to hit me? Come on then! Let me see what you've learned in prison besides catching diseases!" Xu Damao deliberately provoked him.
Furious, Shazhu raised his fist and charged at Xu Damao. "Xu Damao, you son of a gun! I'll make you pay for your nonsense; I'll beat you to death!"
Unfortunately, Shazhu had overestimated his own strength. Huang Yi was right; his right arm had indeed suffered lasting effects from the fracture, leaving him unable to exert any real power.
Faced with Shazhu's weak and slow punch, if Xu Damao couldn't dodge it, he would truly be worthless. "Oh, is this the boxing style you learned in prison? It looks so soft and weak; it's even worse than a woman's!" he laughed.
"Come on, Shazhu! Don't hold back! Use those pathetic punches of yours to give Xu Damao a good beating!"
"Shazhu, you wouldn’t really have caught a disease that left you too weak to hit anyone, would you?" The crowd joined Xu Damao in mocking Shazhu.
Hearing their taunts made Shazhu's blood boil. "Xu Damao, don’t run! Watch me beat you to death!"
As he charged towards Xu Damao again, this time Xu Damao didn’t wait for Shazhu’s punch to land; instead, he kicked Shazhu right in the groin!
"Oww!" Shazhu cried out in agony and crouched down, clutching himself.
"Is this all you've got? Weren't you going to kill me? Stand up!"
Xu Damao was truly despicable; after knocking Shazhu down with one kick, he didn’t let up and began mocking him further while standing beside him!
Shazhu looked at Xu Damao with a gaze that seemed ready to kill him!
"Tsk tsk, Shazhu, what kind of look is that? I'm so scared!"
Xu Damao deliberately patted his chest, pretending to be frightened. Then he shifted his tone and said to everyone in the courtyard, "Aren't you all curious if Shazhu has any serious illness?"
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