Those Japanese military officers and commanders from back then, for the most part, had already committed seppuku when the city of Hezhou fell. And in the eyes of foreigners, every person with black hair and black eyes really looked more or less the same.

And Peng Bo is different.

He was the only person back then who had the opportunity to accompany foreigners as a translator into the Qiyuan, and Xu Hang never forgot any of those lecherous and sordid faces lurking below the stage.

Xu Hang's lips were curled with disdain and a cold sneer. He stood slightly taller than Peng Bo, taking a step forward while lowering his voice: "If you have something to say, go ahead. Today is the Governor's birthday celebration. I wonder what fate awaits anyone who causes trouble at his banquet."

Peng Bo was momentarily choked by him, his face turning as red as a pig's liver in anger. "Hmph, using sorghum stalks as eyeglasses—what a pretentious act! Let me tell you, whether you believe it or not, I can crush you with just one finger. But forget it, I won't waste my time with scum like you. There's some mud on my shoes, if you wipe it off for me, I'll pretend I didn't see you today."

He lifted the hem of his clothes while speaking, revealing one foot and a sinister smile that made the fat on his face tremble.

Xu Hang looked at him coldly, then turned to the side and said, "Sorry, I don't have a handkerchief with me, so I can't wipe it for you."

This is a rejection.

Peng Bo was determined to humiliate this guy today. Therefore, he pressed his foot against Xu Hang's clean grey robe and deliberately rubbed it, smearing the mud dust he had just stepped on. He smirked and said, "Why do you need a handkerchief? Isn't this good enough? Hmm, it's cleaned so thoroughly!"

He acted recklessly, thinking that Xu Hang's stillness was a sign of fear towards him. He was completely immersed in the pleasure of bullying others.

When he had finished wiping himself clean and was preparing to straighten his body before giving a lesson to Xu Hang, he heard someone behind him shout with a full voice, "What are you doing?!"

Peng Bo trembled and looked over. He saw Duan Yelin entering through a side door, his eyes filled with anger as he strode forward. The first thing he did was lower his head and examine Xu Hang from head to toe, but his expression changed immediately upon noticing the stains on his clothes.

"Peng, the assistant, is really idle. He's not in the lobby drinking with others, but here 'chatting' with my friend."

Duàn Yèlín's tone was completely devoid of warmth, sending a chill down Péng Bó's heart.

Okay, he said, "Why is Xu Hang acting so arrogantly? Turns out, he has ingratiated himself with the commander."

Peh, what rubbish!

Hastily retracting his feet, he silently cursed the shameless scoundrel in his heart, while maintaining a smiling face. "Oh, you're the Commander's friend. Just kidding around. I wasn't able to steady myself just now, and accidentally stepped on Mr. Xu's clothes. The Commander surely wouldn't take me back just for a piece of clothing, haha."

At this moment, he hadn't realized what kind of foolish thing he had done.

Duanyelin casually took off his gloves and said, "Oh? So, if I were really to bring an assistant back just for a piece of clothing, what would you say?"

Peng Bo coughed awkwardly and then forced a smile, "Commander, you really love to joke. Since we are all friends of the Commander, we understand, we understand for the future."

Putting the gloves into Xu Hang's hands, he said, "Who said I was joking?"

His gaze instantly became sinister, like two cold arrows shooting straight at Peng Bo. Peng Bo inexplicably shivered, feeling that this confrontation with Yan Lin was not normal at all. It seemed that Yan Lin was taking it seriously and was about to make a big deal out of it. Peng Bo immediately became anxious and retorted, "Hey, commander, aren't you exaggerating a bit too much? If this gets out, people will say that you're arresting someone over a piece of clothing. No one would dare criticize you. But if they say that you're arresting someone over an actor, well...that sounds a bit crude, doesn't it!"

In his words, there was a subtle hint of a threat, followed by a clever attempt at appeasement: "Ahem, I'm the kind of person who speaks frankly, so please be a little considerate."

Duanyelin first remained motionless, watching Pengbo. After Pengbo finished speaking, and as he was about to bow and leave, Duanyelin suddenly grabbed his collar, raised a large fist, and ruthlessly punched him in the side of the face!

With that punch landing, there was a "pop" sound, and Peng Bo spat out a front tooth!

Qiao Song once said that when he accompanied Duan Yelin to go hunting in the mountains, they encountered a wild boar. Duan Yelin was able to knock it out with just one punch. I wonder if this punch has the same strength as it did back then.

When Peng Bo let go, he spun around in a circle and landed on the ground with a thud. He covered his face and wailed in agony, squinting one eye that was swollen shut. He could hardly open it. He moaned and groaned, in great misery.

After finishing a punch, the originator of the statue put on his gloves again and fastened the leather buttons. At the same time, he said to Peng Bo, "When I punch someone, it does hurt a bit. Just bear with it, Assistant Peng."

An eye for an eye.

Afterward, he took Xu Hang's hand and left the courtyard without looking back. Xu Hang was led by Duan Yelin, wandering aimlessly, and eventually stopped in a room with a small kitchen for meal preparation.

Open the door, pull it in, close the door, and lock it.

Xu Hang almost tripped over the threshold, but was firmly lifted up by Duan Yelin, managing to regain stability. Then, a hand grabbed his chest while another arm wrapped around his waist, causing his entire body to be lifted slightly off the ground, with only the balls of his feet touching the floor.

"Um..." Xu Hang struggled a bit.

Duan Yelin's face pressed against Xu Hang, the muscles on his face were tight. He asked, "Why are you here?"