Chapter Ninety-Six: Three Final Moves (Second Update)

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The copper gong was struck three times, and the iron cage door crashed to the ground.

Several burly men stood around the cage at a measured distance, hands bound behind their backs, not rushing to act.

An elderly man in a black tuxedo, his face heavily painted with several layers of white powder, emerged holding a copper gong in one hand and a wooden mallet in the other. Standing at the center of the stage, he struck the gong sharply once more and proclaimed loudly, “I am Chen Chi, the steward of the Chen household, arriving fashionably late, please forgive me.” He bowed slightly. “Greetings to all esteemed guests!”

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

Chen Chi struck the gong twice more, pointed to his own face, and tilted his head with a sly smile. “Before the performance begins, allow me a few words to warm the atmosphere... May I ask, gentlemen, am I pale?”

“Pale!” The crowd roared with laughter and answered in unison.

“Exactly! I am the narrator of this play, and a narrator must be pale,” Chen Chi said, shaking his head as he wandered over to Han Yuan, pointing a wooden mallet at him. “May I ask, gentlemen, is he pale?”

“No!”

“Not at all! In fact, he’s as black as can be,” Chen Chi pouted. “Yet, for all that, he’s a pretty boy, and not just any pretty boy—a common pretty boy, living off others, wearing others’ clothes, using others’ things. And these others aren’t just anyone—they belong to my master. But this fellow isn’t satisfied; he’s been carousing with all sorts of mistresses, three, four... seventeen in total. Enough to circle the film city two and a half times. Gentlemen, aren’t you jealous?”

“Jealous!”

“Jealous or not, you don’t have that charming dark face, nor the skills. You can only look on with envy... If that were the worst of it, we wouldn’t mind his private life. We cannot interfere with one’s personal affairs,” Chen Chi clasped his hands behind his back, stretched his neck, and slapped his own face. “But this one, shameless beyond measure—broad daylight, under the clear sky—engaging in such filthy deeds. Cabbage didn’t consent, but this pig just went at it. Gentlemen, spring hasn’t even arrived yet, and he’s already in heat. Don’t you think that’s outrageous?”

“Outrageous! Pole vaulting in the restroom—that’s damn outrageous!” a voice suddenly interjected from the crowd, followed by roaring laughter.

Chen Chi straightened up and struck the gong once more. “What do you say we do about it?”

“Castrate him!” a woman’s voice rang out abruptly. With a clang, a kitchen knife flew onto the stage, embedding itself at Chen Chi’s feet.

Chen Chi shook his head. “Too brutal, too bloody! We’re civilized people here. I believe in repaying wrongs with right. That’s why I’ve brought these men—Spanish bullfighters who have served some of the most important figures in Pretty Country. My master begged them for a long time before they agreed to lend a hand. Today, we’ll present you with a splendid drama: Beauty and the Beast. How does that sound?”

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