Da Kun really couldn't imagine, at a critical moment, Mengzi actually pulled a knife on him.
With a gleaming knife in hand, Mengzi advanced step by step, while Da Kun retreated. Mengzi laughed and said, "You'd better think carefully. If you really make a move, don't blame me for not taking brotherhood into account."
Zhatou, who owed a great debt to Liu Chen, just stood there dumbfounded. He knew Mengzi's character—ruthless and vicious, not someone to provoke. In the past, they respectfully called him big brother and he looked after the two of them. But now that they knew his secret, all the brotherhood meant nothing.
Da Kun looked at Zhatou, "Zhatou, you—say something!"
Zhatou said, "Big brother is right, Da Kun, let's stay out of this."
Da Kun couldn't fathom why Zhatou would say such a thing. Anxiously he said, "Zhatou, what are you talking about? Haven't you always seen Brother Chen as your benefactor? He died in such an unclear manner, how can you just..."
