Looking at the somewhat flustered Zhao Guo'an, Xiao Feng added fuel to the fire: "Oh, suddenly having a disciple doesn't sound too bad."

This statement sent Di Junxiong into a frenzy of joy: "Does this mean Master agrees to take me as a disciple?"

Zhao Guo'an grabbed him and pulled him close: "Stop trying to change the subject. I'll ask you again, do I look that easy to bully?"

Di Junxiong's brain started working quickly as he recalled the way the little girl and others looked at Xiao Feng when they came out of the house. He decided to take a big gamble.

"That's right!"

Di Junxiong nodded and then shifted his gaze across the little girl, Lu Yao, Lin Zhiyan, Su Yuzhuo, and Lin Jiaxuan, who was lying on the lounge chair, saying: "Compared to all the Masters' wives, I'd rather offend you."

Whoa!

With that one sentence, even Xiao Feng was shocked.

The reactions of the crowd of beauties were each different to Di Junxiong's words.

The little girl was naturally happy, though a bit displeased; Lu Yao was shy yet reserved, while Lin Jiaxuan immediately jumped up to protest.

Among everyone's reactions, it was Lin Zhiyan and Su Yuzhuo who were relatively calm.

Xiao Feng grabbed Di Junxiong by the collar: "Kid, you can eat food recklessly, but you can't speak carelessly. Just like this one who keeps sneaking my tea, do you think I would be so blind as to take a liking to her?"

"Do I need you to like me?" Lin Jiaxuan was so angry she wanted to slam the table, but alas, using too much strength would cause a surge of pain.

"Master is right, I'll remember it well." Di Junxiong said with a suggestive smile, even winking as if claiming credit: Didn't I assist you well?

Xiao Feng was stunned, becoming more determined not to take this extraordinary person as his disciple.

At this moment, Lin Zhiyan changed the topic: "I also found it strange, that bald guy from earlier seemed quite different from the usual hooligans we see."

Xiao Feng adjusted his expression and explained: "That Gui Si'Er probably belongs to a family-style, generationally passed-down type of hooligan. In all likelihood, his grandfather's generation came from dock workers."

"What do you mean by that?" Lin Zhiyan pursued.

Xiao Feng chuckled: "That's a long story, starting from the last century."

"Is Brother Xiao Feng going to tell a story again?" The little girl said happily: "Wait a second, I need to grab some seeds and a stool to sit down and listen properly."

When Di Junxiong said those "Masters' wives" words, he secretly noted everyone's reactions, especially the little girl's.

Now, realizing his chance to score points, he stopped the little girl and said: "Master's wife, there's no need to bother you with a small task like moving a stool. I'll do it."

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction, intentionally putting on airs: "You are very considerate, I'll speak highly of you."

"Thank you, Master's wife!" Di Junxiong said excitedly, with another "Master's wife" slipping out.

After busying himself to find seats for everyone, he realized there was none for Zhao Guo'an and offered his own stool to him.

From this detail, Di Junxiong was indeed observant, as the little girl commented.

He knew that although Xiao Feng and Zhao Guo'an wouldn't admit it, they were good friends who often behaved this way, indicating a strong bond. Jokes were fine occasionally, but there had to be a limit.

"Master's wife, couldn't find any seeds. Should I go buy some from the street?" Di Junxiong squatted next to the little girl, saying ingratiatingly.

The little girl shook her head: "No need, no need. I just said it without meaning it; I'm not actually craving seeds. There's a stool in the west room, grab it and sit down to listen.

Brother Xiao Feng, oh no, your Master, tells stories wonderfully, even better than professional storytellers."

"Mu Shihan!" Xiao Feng said in a muffled voice.

The little girl realized it had been a long time since Xiao Feng called her by her full name, and immediately understood the seriousness of the situation. She quietly shut her mouth and said no more.

Di Junxiong seized the opportunity and softly praised: "Is your name Mu Shihan, Master's wife? It sounds really nice."

"Alright, alright, just hurry and grab a stool to listen together." The little girl said quietly.

Soon, everyone was seated, but Di Junxiong's stool was lower than everyone else's chairs, making him look like a child in a crowd of adults, standing out conspicuously.

Nonetheless, Di Junxiong quite enjoyed it, not showing any dissatisfaction.

"In the old society, docks in some coastal regions were controlled by local gangs. Initially, the method to seize docks was much like what we commonly see: one gang against another, armed and ready, with the stronger ones gaining control.

But this method of brute force quickly faded because injured workers couldn't work; without labor, cargo couldn't be loaded or unloaded, which wasn't ideal for maximizing benefits.

Under such conditions, a kind of "cultural fight" emerged."

Saying this, Lu Yao asked: "Cultural fight? You mean even the thugs back then were cultured?"

Xiao Feng shook his head with a smile, as if anticipating the question, answered: "It's not as poetic as you think, like reciting poetry. 'Cultural fight' was about who was more ruthless to themselves. Essentially, it was self-harm.

Each side sends one person, with no limits to the methods, but the only rule is, no matter how much pain is endured, you can't cry out in pain or scream, or you'll lose.

This phenomenon was widespread, especially in the Tianjin region. Not only for seizing docks, but also in 'eating treasure games,' etc., they used this method of ferocity."

"What's an 'eating treasure game'?" the little girl asked.

Xiao Feng explained: "A treasure game is a casino. For a thug to conquer a treasure game, they only had to lie on the gambling table, curl up their body, and use their hands to protect their head and groin. The casino staff would understand.

Then, the hired thugs at the casino would come over with sticks or fists and feet to beat the thug on the table. The only standard was not to take lives.

The rules were the same as 'cultural fights' used in seizing docks. During the beating, you couldn't scream in pain or beg for mercy, otherwise, it would be a beating for nothing, but they could curse as much as they wanted."

Enthralled, Lin Jiaxuan couldn't help but ask: "What if they managed to endure?"

Xiao Feng responded without a second thought: "Like you, lying down to recuperate."

"You!"

Lin Jiaxuan knew Xiao Feng was intentionally mocking her and was tempted to throw the teacup at his face. This guy was too petty.

Su Yuzhuo mediated the situation: "Let's stop joking around and continue the story."

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