"Stop dilly-dallying!"
"Come and kill me, and today you can take back both face and substance!"
"If you can't kill me, today I'll return a clear sky over the eight hundred miles of the Bian River!"
His temper hadn't been like this before.
Since turning twenty-five, he'd never made the mistake of getting involved in a brawl and suffering the indignity of eating cabbage and radish soup with rice.
Even his mother had often worried that he was too honest and kind, that he would be bullied by others.
That he had become like this now...
Perhaps it was something on the verge of dying, still twitching.
Very few people can resist such pervasive force.
Yang Ge wasn't among that minority.
But some things, even in death, can become a thorn in one's heart.
A thorn that might not hurt, but just makes you uncomfortable no matter how you shift!
Not perishing in silence.
But erupting in silence.
...
Facing Yang Ge's harsh words,
the eight men on the small sampan all fell silent.
