Chapter 32: You Don’t Even Know Brother Kun?

Pan Pingping looked at the two bald boys in front of him and let out a laugh, the sound unmistakably mocking.

"Wanqing, you have to be careful who you make friends with, understand?" Pan Pingping said earnestly, as if he were teaching his wife how to behave.

"Pan Pingping, are you insane?!" Ba Wanqing couldn't take it anymore and snapped at him.

Pan Pingping frowned slightly, then after a long moment smiled and said, "Wanqing, I like girls like you." In his heart, he hadn't expected to find such a girl in a backwater like this—it was a real waste for her to be here.

"You're crazy!" Ba Wanqing truly couldn't stand Pan Pingping. She had intended to be polite, but he was just insufferable.

But Pan Pingping didn't seem to mind; despite his young age, his shamelessness was already well honed.

Ye Kun had no intention of engaging with someone so arrogant. After all, if he did, that person might not even know how he died. It seems I'm a good person too, Ye Kun thought—by ignoring him, I might have indirectly saved his life.

After all, no one who has ever opposed me, Brother Kun, has come to a good end. Either they're arrested, or they're finished.

But Ye Qin, standing behind, didn't share Ye Kun's calm. That guy was clearly talking about him and his brother. It was one thing to talk about him, but to insult his brother—that was infuriating.

"Hey, you! What do you mean by that? Looking for trouble?" Ye Qin, usually mild-mannered, exploded with a ferocity that could be rated two stars.

Seeing the Ye brothers in conflict with the newcomer, Yuan Zhen and Feng Dian could barely contain their glee. They had planned to stir up trouble themselves, but it seemed there was no need.

Pan Pingping was a head taller than Ye Qin, giving him the advantage in age and presence. But Ye Qin had his own edge: his bald head.

After all, bald heads come with a natural aura of menace—especially when angry.

"Aren't you a feisty little one. Step aside, I'll forgive your childishness," Pan Pingping said with a light chuckle, fanning himself and ignoring Ye Qin, clearly unwilling to stoop to arguing with a child.

"Who are you calling childish?!" Ye Qin shouted, his face flushed with anger.

"Ye Qin, let it go," Ba Wanqing urged helplessly. It wasn't worth the trouble.

"So what if I don't?" Ye Kun, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up. If his brother was being bullied, how could he, as the elder brother, just stand by? Bully me if you want, but bully my brother and I'll destroy your whole family! That's just how I am!

Ba Wanqing stared blankly at Ye Kun. After knowing him for so many years, she had always thought he was more mature than his peers and gentle as well. She hadn't expected the two brothers to act like this today.

Yuan Zhen and Feng Dian, seeing Ye Kun join in, were nearly ready to cheer. They wouldn't mind seeing Pan Pingping get a slap in the face; these rich kids always rubbed them the wrong way.

With his brother in front of him, Ye Qin suddenly felt emboldened, full of strength, as if he could punch through a tiger's skull.

"You two baldies are pretty interesting. Do you even know who I am? Ha—this place is just full of uncouth ruffians," Pan Pingping sneered, the scorn at the corners of his mouth clear. He managed to insult Ba Wanqing as well as all the students present.

While the other kids never liked him much, now they disliked him even more. So what if he was from Ankang Province? Did that make him so impressive?

"Screw you! And what do you think you are?!" an unexpected voice rang out.

Ye Kun was surprised—he'd been about to say the same thing himself.

He turned to see Yuan Zhen yelling angrily from the side.

And not just him—Feng Dian joined in, shouting, "You're the ruffian, you idiot!"

Meanwhile, their teacher was still drinking, pretending he neither saw nor heard a thing.

With Yuan Zhen and Feng Dian’s outburst, the surrounding students began to whisper and point. In one sentence, Pan Pingping had managed to offend them all.

Ye Kun was baffled. How could such a fool survive in Ankang Province, let alone make it this far?

Ba Wanqing said nothing, but she was secretly delighted. Pan Pingping was insufferable, thinking he was something special just because he came from Ankang.

"Shut up, all of you! Or I'll kill you!" Pan Pingping, only fourteen, finally lost his cool. Faced with so much backtalk, he was bound to explode.

Sure enough, his threat silenced the children instantly.

"Come on then! If you’ve got the guts, challenge our Brother Kun one-on-one! If you win, we'll admit you're tough!" Yuan Zhen suddenly shouted.

Ye Kun twitched at the corners of his mouth. This kid was getting bold—he never called him Brother Kun before.

"Brother Kun?" Pan Pingping repeated, confused.

Feng Dian snorted, "You don’t even know Brother Kun? And you call yourself a Tai Jing native from Ankang? Pathetic!"

Damn! Ye Kun thought. Even if you want to praise me, there’s no need to go overboard—it sounded almost believable.

Not knowing Brother Kun means you’re not a true Tai Jing native—now that was a line. Feng Dian had really gone too far; even Ye Kun felt a little lightheaded hearing it.

"Our Brother Kun has had a resounding nickname since birth!" Yuan Zhen declared, hands on hips, chin raised, as if Brother Kun were his big brother. As a younger brother, he felt extremely proud—at least Ye Qin thought so, since it made him feel important too.

Pan Pingping was a little intimidated. "What nickname?"

"Brother Kun’s been a legend since birth. He’s known as the Fierce One—everyone in Tai Xi County knows his name. Mention Brother Kun, and it's more effective than mentioning the county magistrate!"

Ye Kun: ...

This was pure slander—raising him so high. Since when was he so fierce?

"That amazing?" Pan Pingping asked, frowning.

Yuan Zhen replied with pride, "Of course! Brother Kun could write at one, compose poetry at two, paint at three. By four, even the teachers felt inferior. At six, he foiled an assassin's plot. But to Brother Kun, all these are trifles—there’s no such thing as a big deal in his eyes!"

Ye Kun and Ye Qin were both stunned. Were these two out of their minds today? Ye Qin actually felt Yuan Zhen wasn't wrong—his brother was that impressive, just a tad exaggerated. Maybe a bit more modesty would be better.

Ba Wanqing was nearly laughing out loud. These two weren't as annoying as she'd thought.

Pan Pingping asked nervously, "So who exactly is Brother Kun?"

Yuan Zhen and Feng Dian rushed over, standing on either side of Ye Kun, and with exaggerated gestures announced, "Look! This is our Brother Kun. Scared yet? Brother Kun, show him your death glare!"

Pan Pingping: ...

Ye Kun felt utterly embarrassed. The two of them had truly succeeded today—succeeded in pulling a fast one on him.