Deep into the night, even the moon was setting.
Rao Aimin’s house, a small maisonette.
After the matters were settled, Zhang Ye lay on the landlady’s large fragrant-smelling bed and began to brag, “Landlady Auntie, you may not know, for you came late and didn’t see me. Did you know how formidable I was? Eh? In the beginning, I was haphazardly swinging a broom so as to appear weak to the enemy. Do you understand about appearing weak? It wasn’t that I couldn’t beat them. How can just the two of them be a threat to me? What a joke. That would be ridiculing me. Firstly, I was letting them lower their guard, and secondly, I was fooling around with them. I have kung fu myself, Taekwondo!”
Rao Aimin was rummaging through for medicine in a first-aid kit.
Chenchen leered at Zhang Ye, “…Hur Hur.”
Zhang Ye smirked, “Little rascal, what’s with that reaction of yours? The pathetic me you saw just now was me just acting. It was really just an act. I was fooling around with them. Did you see uncle’s two key kicks that kicked away the knives? Was it interesting? Was it powerful? Haha! That was like a kick from a god! Also, my most beautiful roundhouse kick, that was practically a model example found in textbooks! Was I cool?”