Staring at Wu Chang emerging from the shadows, Liu Shan's face was ashen.
Wu Chang shrugged and said, "I told you this was a key point. I'd test you on it when we met again. Let me ask you once more, how should a villain laugh?"
Liu Shan laughed stiffly, "Ha ha ha?"
"Wrong! It's ngeh ngeh ngeh. Sir, how old are you this year?"
"Sixty-four," Liu Shan answered instinctively.
"Live and learn until old age. Besides, at your age, people where I come from haven't even retired yet. So young, and already lying down, giving up on learning and progress, yet trying to be a villain."
Wu Chang shook his head in disappointment, then said:
"It's getting late. You should get going; you may still catch up with your second-in-command. But before you leave, I have one last question for you."
"You say you're bandits, but why do you play the role of villagers so naturally, without a trace of guilt? Even I was fooled by you."
