The fact that Xu Ke hit his subordinate brothers made him furious, but what angered him more was that the men he had raised for so many years couldn't even beat a pretty boy. If this incident were to spread, wouldn't it be a slap in his face?
"Second Master, it's not that we couldn't beat him. This kid was just too cunning. He ambushed us while we were drunk, and the brothers were too weak from the drink; that's how he succeeded," Brother Biao said, covering his wound and looking indignant.
"Second Master, Brother Biao is right. This pretty boy is really cunning. I suspect he's being directed by someone to deliberately cause you trouble," said a man with a face full of scars, covering his chest and speaking in a low voice.
