Chapter 396 - 319. Standing Stick
The spring wind, laced with the setting sun at 5 p.m., brushed against the face. Chen Ji leaned against the railing on the second floor of the tavern, quietly watching Brother Pao raise his fists high among the crowd, without breaking a sweat.
For some reason, Chen Ji felt a sense of joy in his heart. When he saw Brother Pao, the spring breeze carried a hint of hometown, and it always felt better for an old acquaintance to win than a stranger.
Outside the wrestling arena, the ruffians of Heji were at a loss.
They couldn’t understand how their own man was effortlessly choked and rendered unconscious within a few breaths.
Furui Xiang’s side pointed at the wrestler on the ground, loudly mocking Heji: "Your Li Bapi of Heji even gave himself the nickname ’General of Conquest,’ but we’ve never seen a general lying on the ground!"
"General, the ground is cold, don’t sleep! It’s three rounds, two wins, you have to get up for another match!"
"Hahahahaha, what a load of nonsense, General! There’s no need for the rest of the matches!"
The ruffians of Heji glared angrily, suddenly drawing axes and iron rulers from their waists: "What the hell are you talking about? Have you forgotten how we’ve been suppressing you all these years?"
Furui Xiang wouldn’t back down either, pulling out daggers and moving forward: "Heroes don’t talk about past glories, you Heji have too many underhanded moves. Those in the trade should unite and abandon you!"
The tension between the two sides was palpable, their insults bringing them closer, almost colliding, saliva flying.
Not far away, patrons of Shi Ji’s tripe shop came out with bowls, eating while watching the commotion; a steamed cake vendor hurried over with a shoulder pole, losing a shoe in the process.