Xin Maoliang and Feng Rengui saw that the little-Jap samurai had stepped up first, and knew they couldn't just stand by, so they rushed in to fake it.
Unexpectedly, Xie Zhaodi let out a resentful sigh, looking precisely like some neglected little housewife who had suffered a grievance.
With one hand cupped under his lower abdomen and the other held upright in front of his chest, he cried:
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