Wei Dong only dared to breathe a sigh of relief after the giant bull had gone far away, and asked Ke Xun with lingering fear, "What happened? People can die even during the day?"
"I don't know, but it seems that fighting is not allowed here," Ke Xun's gaze fell on the arrogant and independent Mo Mou in the distance, "Do you know about chicken flocks or monkey troop groups? They all have a leader who is responsible for managing the group and maintaining order within the organization."
Wei Dong: "Well... the group leader, I guess."
"It's not quite the same as a group leader," Ke Xun said. "Their leader is always the strongest and most capable fighter in the group. It gets the leadership position by defeating the previous leader and driving him out of the group. Other members can challenge it, and if they succeed, they can replace it as the new leader. If they fail, they will either be driven out or killed by it. So, it must be the strongest one."
Wei Dong: "It seems that this Mo Mou…"
Ke Xun: "Yes, he is such a leader. As far as I know, the leader of a domestic chicken is usually not killed early because the chicken farmer needs it to help manage the flock and prevent them from pecking and injuring each other."
Wei Dong was shocked and quickly asked him in a low voice: "You mean—"
"Kill Mo Mou, become the leader, and postpone being chosen by death." Ke Xun said word by word, "But this person is not me, it's Mu Yiran."
"Will he agree?" Wei Dong was not sure.
"So I'm here to help him," Ke Xun said. "You lend me a hand."
"How…how?" Wei Dong asked suspiciously.
"Find an excuse to take Mu Yiran away," Ke Xun whispered, "Then I'll go fight Mo Mou. The crowd will definitely get chaotic, and if things get chaotic here, Giant Bull will definitely hear the commotion. Keep an eye on things. Once Giant Bull comes out of the house, quickly take Mu Yiran to where Mo Mou and I are fighting. No matter if I'm at an advantage or disadvantage, I'll pretend to be at a disadvantage. Then you can beg Mu Yiran to help. That way, by the time Giant Bull arrives, Mo Mou should already have been defeated by Mu Yiran, and Giant Bull will consider him the new leader."
"What if neither you nor Boss Mu are a match for Mo Mou?" Wei Dong asked fearfully.
"Do you think we're stupid? If we can't beat him one-on-one, we can't just combine our swords," Ke Xun said. "Besides, I don't think that Mo Mou is strong enough to hold his own against both of us. I just need to push Mu Yiran in front of the spoils of victory before the Giant Bull arrives."
Wei Dong's eyes flickered, and he said in a low voice, "I'm just afraid that in the end he'll become the leader, and you'll become the troublemaker, like Dong Dong, dragged away by the Giant Bull. Ke'er, is it worth it? He's never even given you a smile."
"It's worth it," Ke Xun said.
Wei Dong stammered for a long time, and finally murmured, "Mu Yiran may never know what he might miss… there's someone in this world who likes him so much."
Ke Xun was a man of action; once the plan was agreed upon, he immediately put it into action.
After watching Wei Dong lead Mu Yiran and the other people away, Ke Xun walked towards the powerful leader, Mo Mou.
Before he even got close, he was stopped by Zhu Haowen, who suddenly appeared.
"You want to fight him?" Zhu Haowen asked.
"Shh," Ke Xun put a hand to his upturned lips and winked at him, "Don't go and tell anyone."
"For Mu Yiran?" Zhu Haowen asked again.
"And for world peace." Ke Xun joked, walked past him, and continued walking towards Mo Mou.
Zhu Haowen suddenly shouted from behind, "Is it worth it?"
Tsk, strange.
Why does everyone have to ask if it's worth it?
Ke Xun interlaced his fingers, palms up, stretched his arms straight above his head, and thought as he stretched his muscles.
Liking someone isn't a business transaction, it doesn't involve equal exchange, bargaining, or life-or-death situations.
What they should be asking him is "Are you happy?"
Fighting for someone you like, are you happy?
Yes.
Planning and sacrificing for someone you like, are you happy?
Yes.
Dying for someone you like, are you happy?
Hmm... although I'm a little scared, if it can save his life, I'm happy.
The person you like doesn't like you, are you happy?
I'm happily trying to make him like me, so I'm happy.
Ke Xun stood in front of Mo Mou, and the people surrounding Mo Mou immediately turned their gazes to him.
"I want to challenge you," Ke Xun said to Mo Mou.
Mo Mou's arrogant gaze slowly fell on Ke Xun's face, chest, and below... his male symbol, lingering there for a few seconds before lifting his gaze back to Ke Xun's face.
Ke Xun: "..." Well, it seems that male-to-male evaluation only values these three parts: appearance, strength, and... male ability?
"Are you satisfied with what you see?" Ke Xun said, hands on his hips and thrusting out his groin.
Mo Mou chuckled arrogantly, "Man, you've successfully caught my attention."
Ke Xun: "..."
Ke Xun: "Please call me Ke Xun."
Mo Mou: "In this place, only the leader deserves a name."
Ke Xun: "Heh, your name is probably more like a pet nickname."
Mo Mou: "Don't try to provoke me, man, or I'll show you what you want."
Ke Xun: "Holy crap, please stop with your ridiculous lines, they're giving me goosebumps."
Mo Mou: "Man, I'm giving you one last chance. Either leave immediately, or stay and 'enjoy'..." "I'll give you everything I've given you. Don't blame me for not warning you, you probably can't handle my wrath and punishment."
Ke Xun: "Holy crap, you're about to win, really! My legs are going weak! Please, don't say anything, just hit me!"
Mo Mou: "Since you're so eager for my big thing, I'll grant your wish. I hope you won't be in so much pain later that you can't get up."
Ke Xun: "...You fucking explain yourself! How did I act like I was eager for your big thing?!"
Mo Mou pulled out his big thing—a fist that looked hard.
Ke Xun didn't want to wait any longer; if he waited any longer, he might be forced to the point of being unable to close his legs because of these ridiculous words. He
leaped into the air with his long legs, executing a mid-air lotus kick.
Mo Mou couldn't dodge the rather professional kick, staggering two steps to the side. However, his performance still surprised Ke Xun. Ever since Ke Xun learned this move from his martial arts friend, almost no one could withstand it.
Mo Mou, however, only staggered two steps before regaining his footing and seemingly unaffected, thrusting his large member towards Ke Xun's chest.
Ke Xun's reflexes were incredibly fast; he dodged the kick and immediately retaliated with a powerful knee strike. Mo Mou's reaction was equally quick; while swiftly avoiding Ke Xun's knee, he simultaneously launched a "Monkey Steals the Peach" attack.
Ke Xun: "...Fuck your grandpa."
"Can't the leader of the Niu Family Farm have any shame?! Playing the monkey stealing peaches naked, aren't you afraid of getting vomited on after stealing them?!"
Fortunately, Ke Xun's reaction speed was still on point. He quickly brought his legs together and used his hands to block the opponent's peach-stealing momentum. However, the opponent immediately changed his move, slamming his strong shoulder forward and hitting Ke Xun directly on the bridge of his nose.
When Wei Dong arrived at the battle circle with Mu Yiran and the others as planned, he saw Ke Xun covered in blood. Mo Mou's heavy punch had struck his jaw, making a loud thud.
"—Ke'er!" Wei Dong was anxious. He forgot about Ke Xun's arrangements for a moment and was about to rush forward when Mu Yiran grabbed him and stopped him.
"Ke Xun has the upper hand." Mu Yiran calmly stared at the two in the battle circle.
Wei Dong, only then realizing what was happening, hurriedly said, "Boss, you have to help him! Look at all that blood on his face! Even if he had the upper hand, he couldn't withstand this much bleeding. It looks like he's having a period! Hey, look, he's done for! Another punch! Another kick! Hey, hey—he's rolling on the ground! Boss, this, this, this is probably only you who can help him. We're no match for him!"
"Didn't you see he's still hesitating?" The one speaking was Zhu Haowen, who had somehow appeared beside him. The "he" he was referring to seemed to be Mu Yiran, his expression cold and even somewhat hostile. "He probably doesn't want to help, lest he get himself involved."
Well done, a brilliant teammate! Wei Dong secretly praised him. With Zhu Haowen's provocation, even if the boss didn't want to act, he had to. This little Zhu guy had such a tacit understanding and ability to assess the situation!
Mu Yiran ignored the two men, his gaze fixed on Ke Xun and Mo Mou, who were still locked in combat. His brow furrowed slightly.
He was puzzled. When he arrived, Ke Xun had clearly been in the lead, but how could he suddenly be on the defensive, constantly pressured by Mo Mou, even making several uncharacteristic mistakes? This was unlike his usual strength.
At first, Mu Yiran thought it was a feint by Ke Xun, but after watching for a while, he realized he was completely overwhelmed and unable to recover.
Could it be that besides the blood from his nose, he had suffered serious internal injuries?
Mu Yiran stepped forward, completely ignoring Wei Dong and Zhu Haowen's words, and blocked Mo Mou's attack just before it struck Ke Xun's chest.
Ke Xun's legs buckled, and he staggered back a few steps, collapsing to the ground with a thud. Gasping for breath, his face covered in blood, he stared expectantly at Mu Yiran.
"..." Mu Yiran sensed something was amiss.
Normally, facing such a powerful opponent, Ke Xun wouldn't have so readily handed him over to deal with... At the very least, he would have worriedly warned him to "be careful," or perhaps he might even have shamelessly teamed up with him to take on the opponent alone.
The situation on the field didn't allow Mu Yiran much time to think, because Mo Mou's fist was already swinging towards him, accompanied by a cold, arrogant, and aloof statement: "Want to play 3P? I'll grant your wish."
Mu Yiran: "..."
Ke Xun: "..."
Wei Dong Zhu Haoran: "......"
Men fighting naked is definitely not a pretty sight, but Mu Yiran was definitely an exception. Unlike Mo Mou, he didn't do any eye-catching horse-riding squats, high splits, or wildly swinging his penis. He simply used his long legs to move nimbly and only used his arms for defense and offense.
Wei Dong was engrossed in watching when he saw Ke Xun stand up from the ground at some point, walk towards him and Zhu Haoran with his back to the fighting circle, and then reach out and cover their faces with his hands.
Wei Dong: "What?"
Ke Xun: "How dare you, a lowly scoundrel, look at my idol like that?"
Zhu Haowen: "He's nothing in my eyes."
Ke Xun: "Then it doesn't matter whether you open your eyes or close them, since there's nothing there anyway, just keep them closed."
Zhu Haowen tried to break free, but Ke Xun pressed his face down, turned him around, and pulled him into Ke Xun's arms, where his strong arm held him so tightly he couldn't move.
Zhu Haowen quieted down, and after a while, he said again: "Aren't you worried about not watching him fight with your own eyes?"
"What's there to worry about? I trust him so much." Ke Xun's voice carried a slight chuckle, gently whispering in his ear.