"Come on! Lift up your head and swing a broken blade at me, pretending to be a thug? You don't have the guts, huh? If you're not satisfied, get up and let's settle this one-on-one."
Wang Yan grabbed Zhu Wu by the collar, trying to pull him up, but Zhu Wu remained crouched on the ground, his head tucked down, refusing to rise.
"Damn! Not getting up, forcing me to play dirty! Should I stab you with this umbrella?" Wang Yan saw Zhu Wu pretending to be dead and jabbed his fishing umbrella into the plumpest part of Zhu Wu's rear.
He meant well, worried about exerting too much force and genuinely hurting Zhu Wu, so he deliberately chose the fleshiest spot. Yet after a few minutes of the fight, Wang Yan's arm was exhausted, his aim suffered, and the umbrella tip accidentally veered off a bit.
Zhu Wu let out a howl, ignoring his head, clutching his backside in agony.
