It was down there.

w.a.n.g Yao looked around. There were no shovels or pickaxes nearby.

Forget it, I'll just use my hands!

He squatted down and began to dig. Since it was a mountain, there were soil and rocks. However, it was as if his hands were as hard as iron and stronger than steel. As his hands rapidly moved, dirt and rocks flew out. His body kept sinking. A pit soon appeared in the ground.

In the hot springs villa at the foot of the mountain…

"Where has Sir gone?" Jia Zizai found Zhong Liuchuan and Pan Jun in the villa. He was bored. There was nothing fun in the villa. It was as bleak as an autumn day. The five of them were considered rare objects there.

"I don't know either."

Just as he was talking, he saw a young boy with yellow hair and seven or eight young men coming toward them with sticks.

"What is this situation?" Seeing the people, Jia Zizai's eyes brightened.

"Come over here! Come over here!" He could not help but call out to them.

"What are you doing?" Hu Mei glared at him.

"I'm finding trouble. Can't you tell they are looking for trouble?"

"d.a.m.n it, where has he gone?" the yellow-haired young man muttered as he walked. He soon saw Jia Zizai and the others. To be exact, he saw Hu Mei.

"Big brother, that girl is very beautiful!"

"Let's go."

The young men walked over to Zhong Liuchuan with the sticks in their hands.

"Hey beautiful, let's get to know each other." The yellow-haired boy grinned and posed in a way he thought was handsome and gentlemanly.

Hha! Jia Zizai was amused. Someone actually dared to flirt with his wife in front of him. How brave of him!

This was like teasing a dragon or stroking a tiger's whiskers. Words could no longer describe how much the young man was putting himself in extreme danger.

Hu Mei was discontented as she asked, "What are you excited about?" Someone was flirting with her, but her husband looked excited. Didn't that mean he had a problem?

Jia Zizai thought, At last, there is something to do!

"Hey, you, yellow hair, you're blatantly flirting with my wife. Has your brain been kicked by a donkey?"

"Ah!" After hearing this, the yellow-haired young man was stunned. His eyes narrowed as he looked Jia Zizai up and down.

"You are not local, right?"

"Indeed, I am not." Jia Zizai nodded.

"That's good. How about you let your wife accompany our brothers to drink and have a good time? How does that sound?"

"You are so arrogant. When I came here, I saw a banner hanging outside. I think it was placed there to keep out the village tyrants and ruffians. Are you committing a crime despite a law-enforcement campaign, or are you trying to die in all sorts of ways?" Jia Zizai lit a cigarette.

The yellow-haired young man and people behind him turned pale. Recently, the county had been quite strict regarding that. Quite a few people had been arrested in the nearby villages. They heard that the people who went in all became dejected. This group of young men were still young and did not know much. They thought it would be dignified to do that, but they also did not want to go to jail.

They just stood there facing an embarra.s.sing dilemma.

Jia Zizai thought, Hit me! What are they just standing there for? He was waiting to fight back. He loved to bully bad young people.

"What's the matter? Did you suddenly figure it out? Are you afraid?"

"Um." Zhong Liuchuan shook his head. He decided to step away and no longer accompany Jia Zizai, who was trying to encourage trouble.

"What would I be afraid of?" The yellow-haired young man glared at him as his neck grew taut.

The young men were filled with energy and anger. They were quite susceptible to agitation.

"Well, I bet you guys are only good at talking. If you don't have the courage, you better just go back to drinking milk." Jia Zizai waved his hands as he spoke.

"Son of a b*tch, beat him up! I'll take care of any problems if something goes wrong!"

Upon hearing that, the yellow-haired young man could no longer stand it. He swung the stick in his hand toward Jia Zizai's head.

"They have finally made their move! I could barely wait!" Jia Zizai excitedly exclaimed.

Hey!

Slap!

The yellow-haired young man was stunned by the slap that hit him. His cheeks began to hurt and burn.

Slap! Slap! Slap! As the crisp slaps continuously sounded, all the young men covered their cheeks with their hands. They stared at the man standing in front of them, who had a cigarette in his mouth and a devilish smile on his lips.

It hurts! It hurts!

Why is this man only slapping our faces?

"Boss, this guy is a trained martial artist," a young man with a slightly normal brain said.

"Withdraw!"

They knew it was best to not fight when the odds were against them. They wanted to run away.

"Withdraw? Did I give you permission?" Jia Zizai was not happy. He wasn't even done with his warm-up. He had just had a little fun, so how could he let them escape so easily?

He took a step and stood in front of the young men, blocking their way.

"Don't go away in such a hurry."

"What else do you want to do?"

"Shall we play a little?"

"No, we're not free."

"Ah, weren't you guys quite cool just now?"

"Boring!" Zhong Liuchuan turned around and left.

"Wait for me." Pan Jun followed him. He had initially been worried about Jia Zizai. When Jia Zizai struck out, he could tell he knew kung fu and was quite proficient at it. Since Jia Zizai would be fine, there was no need to stay to see him bully young men.

The yellow-haired young man gritted his teeth. The arm holding the stick was trembling.

"Why don't you guys try again? Maybe it was purely by chance just now."

"Get out of my way!" The yellow-haired young man could not stand it any longer. He rushed toward Jia Zizai with the stick.

Slap! Another slap landed on his left cheek. It had happened to his right cheek before.

Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Whoos.h.!.+ Whoos.h.!.+ Little stars appeared in front of the yellow-haired young man's eyes.

I'm so dizzy!

The others could not help but feel a tingle down their spines. They knew that it hurt just by hearing the sound. They wondered if this big brother of theirs would be beaten silly.

"That's enough." Hu Mei, who was standing at the side, could not stand it any longer.

"How can that do? He wanted to flirt with you just now," Jia Zizai replied.

"Stand up. Let's play a game of brain tease. I'll ask you a question. If you can't answer within five seconds, I'll slap your face."

"There's a meeting in the forest. Who didn't come?"

"5, 4…"

"The elephant," a young man hurriedly said.

"Why?"

"It's in the fridge!"

"Wrong," Jia Zizai said.

The sounds of slaps followed. The other half of the other young men's faces also received slaps.

"Who is it?"

"The skunk."

"Why?" the young men asked.

"It stinks too bad, so it's not allowed to partic.i.p.ate."

"d.a.m.n it, what kind of reason is that?" The young men were stunned. What brain tease? This was not a brain tease. This was a prank.

"Time for the second question. Xiao Ming has three brothers. The eldest brother is Xiao Qiang. The second brother is Da Qiang. What is the third brother's name?"

The young men were all dumbfounded upon hearing the question.

Who could know the answer? It would just be whatever he said. They might as well not answer it. They would be beaten sooner or later anyway.

"5,4…"

"I don't know."

"Ah, he's called Er Qiang," Jia Zizai said. "What a simple question. How can you guys not know it?"

"Run!"

Someone shouted out. The young men all ran in different directions. Before long, each of them was on the ground.

Oh my, I've kicked a piece of steel!

Their faces were full of horror.

"Sir, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me." A young man knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. As soon as he spoke, someone followed him. The other young men all knelt in front of Jia Zizai.

"What is this?" Jia Zizai asked with a gloomy face. "There is gold under a man's knee. How can you guys be so spineless? Stand up, all of you!"

"Otherwise, I'll keep slapping you guys!"

All of them quickly stood up.

"Let's play another game. How about truth or dare?"

"We're still playing?"

"Why? Do you have a problem?"

"Well, no, no problem."

"Tell me about your education background."

"High school."

"Technical secondary school."

"Junior high school."

Jia Zizai sighed and shook his head. "You guys are really something. Even I have a degree."

"Here's the question. Name six famous writers and their representative works in modern times."

"Jin Yong, the Eight Parts of Tianlong and The Legend of The Condor Heroes."

"Gu Long, Little Lee Flying Knife, and Lu Xiaofeng."

"Ghost Blows the Lamp."

"What are those?"

Jia Zizai's expression was growing more ugly.

"What Jinyong? What Gu Long? What ghost blows the lamp? It's Lu Xun, Guo Moruo, Mao Dun, Ba Jin, Lao She, and Cao Yu!"

Slap! Slap! Jia Zizai could not help but slap them.

Such actions were addictive.