Shen Juan returned with his sword in hand, his eyes still unable to hide his excitement. Seeing Zhao Douan deep in thought, he couldn't help but cautiously say,
"Sir, were the brothers not harsh enough? Shall I chase after them and beat them up some more? Or if you're worried about trouble, we can wait till tonight, change into plain clothes, and block that Master Hee..."
Zhao Douan snapped out of his musings, glanced at him, and said irritably,
"I told you to be firm when facing trouble, but that doesn't mean you should go looking for it."
The second-generation layabout from Lihua Hall chuckled, his naturally curly hair framing his face marked with dark circles, as he revealed a flattering smile:
"The main thing is that surname Hee didn't give you face... We just couldn't swallow that."
Being a troublemaker doesn't necessarily mean stupidity.
Just now, a group of men in brocade clothing had punched and kicked the other party until he was black and blue.
