Knowing that the tall young man had been beaten by him before and was afraid of him, Xu Xiangbei didn't make it obvious. He pointed to the four tall gilded characters on the signboard above the entrance: "Take these four characters down for me."
The tall young man thought Xu Xiangbei was going to make things difficult for him and was too scared to even breathe, but it turned out he was just asked to take down the sign, which made him sigh with relief.
Looking at the West Wind Martial Arts Hall sign, he felt a pang of regret. It cost a few thousand yuan to make, was just put up yesterday, and now it had to be taken down.
Not daring to refuse Xu Xiangbei, he found a hammer and, with a few hard hits, crashed the West Wind Martial Arts Hall sign down.
Seeing the pieces on the ground, Xu Xiangbei nodded satisfied, and joked playfully, "Wow, you've got some strength there. You should consider taking a job at a construction site swinging a sledgehammer."
