"Xia Youcai, you good-for-nothing punk, you even steal bricks when you lose at gambling—I'll beat you to death."
An old man in his sixties charged at him with a broom, attacking viciously.
The Xia siblings were notoriously infamous in the area, known by everyone.
"Steal your mother, bricks are just over a dime each, you can't even make ten bucks working yourself to death, would I steal your bricks?" Xia Youcai cursed as he fled, and upon seeing Xia Youqian still dazed, he urgently shouted, "Idiot, run, what are you waiting for?"
It was then that Xia Youqian snapped out of it and followed Xia Qiqi and Xia Youcai in a frantic escape.
They ran for several hundred meters before the siblings finally stopped and gasped for air.
"Why did you stop running?" Xia Youqian asked, puzzled by their sudden halt.
Xia Youcai was totally impressed; despite running so far, Xia Youqian hadn't even lost his breath.
The next day, Xia Youcai brought a man back with him.
