Chapter 62 He is not alone

  He glanced at Du Xing again, sneered and said: "Then you do this first." As he spoke, he flipped his body over with one hand supporting the ground and the other hugging his legs, holding steady for a full 5 seconds before landing smoothly on his feet, prompting thunderous applause from the audience.

  Du Xing supported his chin and looked, seeing A make a please gesture. Du Xing thought for a moment and also did a handstand, with one hand on the ground and two legs waving in the air like scallions. He then remembered to use his other hand to hold himself up and stood up straight, but because he hadn't practiced before, he was unstable and used his hands to jump a few times before steadying himself. Du Xing asked A with his head down, "Is that right?" As he spoke, he jumped a few more times. The audience below saw how ridiculous he looked and burst out laughing, with some applauding and cheering.

  Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Du Xing has never practiced street dance before, and he barely managed to do it relying solely on the strength of one hand and body coordination, but precisely because of this, the difficulty is even greater.

  He said unnaturally: "Even if you succeed." Then he turned upside down, his hands grasping the ground, and spun around in circles on the stage. Du Xing was too lazy to get up and rest, using his hands instead of his feet like a ballet dancer, circling the stage while saying: "What's the big deal? This is even easier than doing backflips." The audience below erupted into laughter and applause once again.

  He's getting a bit tired, he pushed out a helmet-wearing guy and stood back in the team. This is Baozi's favorite event to watch, that young man's movements are really neat and tidy, with a few steps of momentum, he flipped his body and spun around like a big top, Baozi loves watching this event not because she thinks it's difficult, but because she admires the people who do it for their bravery, not afraid of pain, wearing a helmet and spinning, she probably wouldn't be interested.

  That young man spun around with his head and then with his back, whipping up a small whirlwind on the stage. He looked like a turtle shell tossed onto the marble floor. Although his performance was brilliant, people didn't show much enthusiasm; they were more eager to see what other tricks Du Xing had up his sleeve.

  Du Xing said with a difficult expression, "Oh no, this is not easy to handle. How can I turn it around?" Then he suddenly asked the person who had just lost badly in the previous match, "Later, you two help me out. When I stand up, come over and push me open." Before anyone could react, he took a big top without using his hands, his body swaying precariously. He shouted at the five people still in a daze, "Quickly, come over, one on the left and one on the right, push me in one direction!"

  He thought of himself as an inverted bottle, and to turn around he needed a clockwise or counterclockwise force. The two girls were quick-witted and rushed over together, holding onto Du Xing's waist, gave him a push, and Du Xing slowly started turning around, his head against the ground, his hands behind his back, spinning crookedly and unevenly, shouting: "Push a few more times, or else I'll whip you with my clothes!" The three men took off their shirts and chased after Du Xing, whipping him, and this Du Xing really spun around like a top, the more he was whipped, the happier he spun.

  The laughter was so loud that people were gasping for breath, and after finally managing to catch their breath, they shouted "Bravo!"

  A's face turned increasingly ugly, in his view Du Xing was completely ridiculing them. When Du Xing stood up, the black-clad group chose another one with a P printed on their chest to come out, this time not playing inverted but walking on tiptoes.

  The street dance has a deep origin with the early breakdancing, and the "cloud step" is still an essential skill in street dance performances. P's dance skills are solid, and his performance is on point, making it look like he's running desperately but not moving forward at all, just like he's on a treadmill.

  It seems that the black-clad group has come to their senses and knows they can't beat Du Xing in terms of kung fu, so now they're resorting to tricks. This guy who hasn't practiced before really can't get into the feel of it, Du Xing imitated his moves and jumped around a few times, but didn't look like he was flying at all, instead looking more like he was doing tap dance. The audience had already gotten used to being surprised, so when they saw Du Xing take the stage again, they laughed and applauded, not caring what he was actually doing.

  Du Xing also went a bit crazy, and in the end, he simply didn't care what he was dancing, on stage he just focused on being wild, at first it wasn't obvious, but gradually people were attracted to him again, Du Xing was like a feather on the mouth of the air, fiercely yet lightly floating around, almost as if his feet weren't touching the ground, although nobody could call out what kind of dance he was doing, but that dynamic feeling was absolutely enjoyable.

  The audience below the stage gradually stopped laughing and became quiet, with someone saying, "He can dance better than Michael Jackson." Then they started clapping in rhythm, after a sharp, provocative whistle sounded, people waved their arms together in one direction, and the waiter holding the microphone shouted, "Music!"

  The deafening music started again, the laser lights spinning wildly, and the audience went wild. A girl shouted recklessly: "Du Xing, I love you!" Du Xing playfully winked at her, which made countless girls swoon. In their eyes, Du Xing was no longer his usual self, but a dancing king and a white horse prince. The girls stomped their feet in unison, chanting: "Du Xing, I love you, Du Xing, I love you..."

  The black-clad group had slunk away, and the mixed group stayed on stage to dance with Du Xing. The young people below couldn't bear the loneliness and followed suit, jumping up to join in.

  Zhu Gui looked at Du Xing's smug expression and cursed with a smile: "This turtle grandson, I should have gone myself." I patted his bulging belly: "Can you handle it?"

  Zhu Gui disdainfully said: "If it's not going to work, then his two moves are still useful. You should know that on the mountain, apart from An Daoquan and Jin Dajian, Du Xing's skills are among the best."

  "How about you?"

  Zhu Gui might have been afraid that I would ask Du Xing myself, and he smiled awkwardly: "I'll just count down instead." I chatted with him for a few more sentences before returning to my seat. I saw Baozi drinking heavily, sweating profusely, and I stared at her saying: "Are you coming along too?" Li Shishi giggled secretly. I noticed Liu Bang was gone, so I pointed to his empty seat and asked: "Where's that kid?" Qin Shi Huang nodded towards the dance floor, and when I turned around, I saw Liu Bang waving his arms wildly, shaking his hips and buttocks with a middle-aged woman who had a face full of acne. She looked like an unsatisfied widow, and they were flirting shamelessly.

  I pulled Xiang Yu down and asked in a low voice: "Brother Yu, you've dealt with him before, do you know what kind of stimulation this kid has received from women?"

  Xiang Yu said: "I've seen his woman, nothing special about her."

  "Is it pretty?"

  Xiang Yu nodded.

  My curiosity was piqued, and I asked: "What's Bi Shi Shi like?"

  Xiang Yu glanced at Li Shishi: "It's hard to say, but it seems that Shishi is still slightly inferior."

  I was shocked to see Li Shishi, from her facial features and figure to her temperament, everything is the best of the best. Xiang Yu and Liu Bang are sworn enemies, yet he can say that, it's clear that Lü Hou is stronger than Li Shishi in every way, could it be that Liu Bang's visual nerve was destroyed by an otherworldly beauty?

  Of course, there is also a possibility that Xiang Yu's aesthetic view has gone wrong. I asked him: "How about Yu Ji and Shi Shi?"

  Xiang Yu slowly shook his head: "Yu Ji, she isn't very beautiful, but she's that kind of... that kind of..." Xiang Yu's eyes were full of fervor, yet he couldn't describe it.

  "Catwoman?" I threw him a term.

  "Catwoman..." Xiang Yu muttered to himself, suddenly nodding his head and saying, "This really suits her, she's gentle like a little cat, soft and cuddly in your arms, full of trust for you, but sometimes also very mischievous. And when facing outsiders, she's so independent and proud." I suddenly wanted to know if Xiang Yu's aesthetic sense was really problematic, so I asked: "So, which one is more beautiful, sister-in-law or baozi?"

  Xiang Yu smiled broadly and looked at me with a hint of regret: "Do you want me to tell the truth?"

  "It goes without saying..."

  At this time, the upstairs didn't know what happened, seven or eight men rushed down with a loud noise, squeezed through the crowd of revelers, and ran out from the gate. Less than half a minute later, the waiter I had been watching walked up to me, bent down and said in a very calm tone: "Xiao Ge, something has happened upstairs, Manager Zhu wants you to go over for a moment."

  I saw anxiety in his eyes and knew this was no small matter. I quickly stood up and followed him, only asking "what's wrong?" when we were far away from our seats.

  "Manager Zhu was stabbed."

  "Ah?!" I was shocked and turned pale.

  He hastily comforted me by saying: "But the injury is not serious."

  I felt a little more at ease, seeing that this young man handled things calmly and was indeed a good material. So I asked him: "What's your name?"

  "Sun Sixin, just call me Little Sun."

  "Have you informed Manager Du?"

  "Manager Du has passed away."

  I nodded, and as I passed by a table where a customer had just left, I casually picked up a wine bottle and followed him upstairs with my hands behind my back. Liu Bang thought there was something good going on and also secretly followed us from behind.

  I went upstairs and entered a private room, where I saw a mess. Several male waiters were busy cleaning up, Zhu Gui was sitting on the sofa with a smile on his face, while Du Xing was pacing back and forth, constantly cursing. It seemed that Zhu Gui hadn't suffered any major injuries. I put down the wine bottle and asked: "Where is he?"

  "Run." As soon as Zhu Gui let go of the hand covering his buttocks, I saw that there was a knife wound on his butt in the same place where he usually got injections. The blood hadn't stopped flowing and had stained the sofa wet. Sun Si Xin somehow produced some bandages and antiseptic wipes, which Zhu Gui took and said, "Those of you who are fine can leave now, we'll clean up later."

  Only Zhu Du and I were left in the private room with Liu Bang, so I asked him what was going on.

  Originally, Zhu Gui was downstairs when a waiter found him and said that there were people fighting upstairs. Zhu Gui came up to ask about it and only then did he realize that the two people in the adjacent private rooms had started arguing because they thought each other's singing was too loud. As they spoke, they began to fight, and Zhu Gui came up to mediate but was accidentally stabbed by someone. Zhu Gui took off his pants, and Du Xing helped him apply medicine and bandage his wound. After taking a look at Zhu Gui's injury, Du Xing knew that it wasn't serious and slightly relaxed his tone. He intentionally applied some force to Zhu Gui's wound, making Zhu Gui wince in pain, and said with a smile: "Aren't you the alligator? Your butt is so tender."

  Zhu Gui lay on the sofa, humming and saying: "This matter is not over yet!" He suddenly raised his head and asked me, "Xiao Qiang, do you have any enemies in this place?"

  "What's wrong?"

  "Never mind, help me inform Wu Jun and the others, we'll talk about it later."

  On the first day of helping me with the store, something like this happened. I was also very embarrassed and asked him if he wanted to go to the hospital. Zhu Gui waved his hand and said: "Don't scare off the customers, my injury is nothing."

  Du Xing led us out and said lightly: "Nothing's wrong, he'll be fine after a nap, you guys continue playing." Then he went back into the private room.

  I was momentarily unable to clear my mind, and on the stairs Liu Bang suddenly said: "I think your friend has been framed."

  "What does it mean?"

  Liu Bang stroked his chin, analyzing sinisterly: "The two private rooms' occupants were annoyed with each other's noise, which is the first inconsistency. You also saw that it was impossible to hear any sound from next door inside the private room. Then, when the two groups fought, they didn't even use knives, but when the peacemakers arrived, they suddenly used them. Don't you think that's strange? I also saw those people running out earlier, and they were clearly in cahoots with each other. Moreover, your friend doesn't seem like a pushover either. If it were an ordinary person fighting, even if knives were used, he wouldn't have been seriously injured. It must have been someone else who restrained his hands and feet before doing it to him. Fortunately, they only wanted to scare him, so they didn't really harm him."

  The more I listen to what he says, the more I feel it's right. It's just that last sentence I don't think so, scare the heroes of Liangshan?

  "How did you analyze it so clearly?"

  Liu Bang said with satisfaction: "Scheming, pulling strings from behind, poisoning, stabbing in the back, I am the ancestor!"

  I just realized why Zhu Gui asked me if I had any local enemies. He's not stupid, he knew he was being secretly plotted against. By asking me to inform Wu Yong, he wanted to find someone with a useful brain to help him settle this matter.

  As far as I know, the relationship between Liangshan's 108 heroes is very good. This doesn't seem like a unit with over 100 people, where there are always close and distant relationships. These 108 people don't have job titles or salary increases, their positions are fixed and there are no conflicting interests, they sit together drinking every day, how can their relationship not be strong? What's the English name of "Water Margin" again? "All Men Are Brothers"!

  Even if it wasn't like that, Zhu Gui's butt was stabbed by someone, and that would be Liangshan's butt being stabbed. These bandits, especially Li Kui, kill people's whole families for no reason, and recently they've been in a bad mood because of living in simple tents. Now someone has provoked them, which is no different from poking the largest nest of man-eating bees in the Amazon rainforest. The heavenly and earthly demons are all out, and I am that solitary star...

  I'm also unlucky enough, just took over the bar and encountered such a thing. Zhu Gui is even more unlucky, he was stabbed after being the deputy manager for only half a day. Of course, the most unlucky one is that person who made trouble behind the scenes. No matter who he targeted, he offended someone he shouldn't have: the vice manager of Inverse Time Bar, Zhu Gui, whose true identity is the 92nd hero of Liangshan!

  What did Huang Jianxiang say? He's not alone...

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