"Bayi, you might as well get some sleep first; I'll wake you up when we get there."
"Skinny Monkey, you haven't got water on the brain, have you? With all these twists and turns on the mountain road, how on earth could I sleep?" the fat guy glanced at the slender man driving with irritation and continued, "Pay more attention, slow down on the turns, don't just overtake rashly. If you die, I'll have to handle your dead body, which is way too much trouble."
The slender man didn't dare talk back to the fat guy, yet he couldn't help muttering to himself, if there really was a car accident, and I died, could you possibly survive? And collect my body? However, he didn't have the guts to say these words in front of the fat guy.
Skinny Monkey had seen the fat guy take down five or six local toughs single-handedly in Chengdu, and in Skinny Monkey's eyes, the fat guy was pretty much on the same level as Hong Jinbao—fat, but with genuinely skilled hands and feet.
