Just as the balding man and the long-haired man were locked in a fierce brawl, Zhao Rong approached holding three discuses. "Hey, guys," he said politely. "I found these on the field. Do they belong to either of you?"
The balding man was currently mounted on top of the long-haired man, pummeling him mercilessly. When he saw Zhao Rong approaching with the discuses, completely unharmed, he froze in astonishment. He twisted around to stare at Zhao Rong and said, "What the hell? Don't tell me my second discus didn't even hurt you?"
Seizing the opportunity, the long-haired man turned the tables, flipping the balding man onto his back and beginning to pound on him.
Zhao Rong tossed the three discuses to the side and tried to mediate. "Hey, why are you two fighting for no reason?"
