Ye Xiu saw right through the old man's scheme. After a decade of navigating the treacherous world abroad, he had seen and experienced too many conspiracies to be fooled by such a petty ploy.
"Old timer, enough is enough," Ye Xiu warned, his voice cold. "If you walk by the river long enough, your shoes are bound to get wet. Provoke the wrong person, and the next thing you know, the funeral horns will blare, a white cloth will be draped over you, and your loved ones will gather for a final meal. It'll be too late for regrets then!"
"Hey now, are you trying to hit me?" the old man cried out, feigning grievance. "It was bad enough when you insulted me, but now you want to hit me? Is bullying the elderly all you young people know how to do?"
"You…" Ye Xiu's brow furrowed. This old man's talent for framing people is something else.
The surrounding passengers were furious.
"How shameless! First, he insults the old man, and now he's threatening him. Utterly disgraceful."
