Chapter 28

The fat man put on a grand show, only then did he pull back his foot. Looking up, he was greatly startled. The Eighth Route Army soldiers were all sobbing, their faces full of sorrow, as if they were sending him off to his funeral.

"Damn!" The fat man's heart skipped a beat. This act was truly over the top, far exceeding the effect he had hoped for, but why did he feel uncomfortable...

"If... if you sacrifice yourself, do you remember the promise you made to the devils? I will definitely fulfill it, paying respects at your grave during every festival, no matter how far it is!" Wang Yi's big, watery eyes were filled with tears, looking pitiful, but her words made the fat man almost kneel. It was clear that even if he died, Wang Yi would only be slightly moved and wouldn't remain a widow for him.

"Don't waste time with this fake sympathy. Do you still want to compete? If you do, stop dilly-dallying!" Sai Diaochan coldly snorted. Seeing the fat man's expression when looking at Wang Yi, she felt angry. Although she was forced to marry this fat man due to their compatible fates, she didn't like him, and she wouldn't allow others to touch him. Women's jealousy is naturally very strong.

"Are they just a few rusty nails? Draw the line, and I'll go!" The fat man took off his shirt, revealing a body full of glaring fat.

Wang Yi hurriedly spat, her face red and neck swollen, closing her eyes and not daring to look.

"It's simple. Since you've already taken off your clothes, lie down!" Sai Diaochan, seeing the fat man's body full of fat, felt her stomach churn and quickly turned her head, saying coldly.

The fat man's nose twitched, and with a grand and righteous demeanor, he walked towards the bed of nails.

"Ah!" Commander Ma sighed. The Eighth Route Army soldiers also had solemn faces, looking at the fat man with the sad eyes of those sending off a martyr.

The fat man felt a chill in his heart. Walking to the bed of nails, he suddenly felt his eyes twitch for no reason, feeling that he had overlooked something. He couldn't figure out what it was.

"Afraid?" Sai Diaochan, who had always thought the fat man was a coward, believed that he was only putting on a brave front. Seeing him hesitate, she was even more convinced and asked coldly.

"Afraid? You bitch, remember, Fat Master has never been afraid!" The fat man replied, suppressing his bad premonition. It's just a bed of nails, he used to roll on it without any problem.

He held his breath, clenched his fists, and strained his back and arm muscles, lying down directly. A sudden pain came, and the fat man was startled. He suddenly realized what he had overlooked—the problem was with his fat body.

The theory of rolling on a bed of nails is easy to understand. No one would dare to play with a single nail because it would pierce through. But a bed of nails is densely packed, distributing the force over multiple points. As long as the back muscles are tense, anyone can do it. (Baidu explains it this way, but I advise you not to try it. If you get hurt, I am not responsible.)

But the fat man's fat body couldn't be tense. His loose back fat made him feel the nails piercing through as soon as he lay down. Normally, he would have jumped up, but he had already made a grand promise, so he had to endure, and endure.

To divert attention from the pain in his back and show his fearlessness, the fat man shouted, "It's great, really great! Bitch, do you think this level of pain can scare Fat Master? You're dreaming!"

Commander Ma stared at the fat man on the bed of nails, amazed that he still had the nerve to shout. Could this guy have practiced some "martial arts"?

Wang Yi was even more frightened, thinking that the fat man was truly amazing. If she had calmed down and thought about the physics she learned in class, she would have known the secret. In fact, she would have been more suitable for the bed of nails, as the fat man was too fat. The nails had already pierced his fat, though not deeply, but with so many nails, the fat man was inwardly wailing, trying to maintain a heroic appearance, truly suffering for the sake of his pride.

"Hmph, still have the energy to shout?" Although Sai Diaochan was surprised that the fat man dared to get on the bed of nails and even dared to taunt her, she decided to put on a full act. Since she knew the secret of the bed of nails, she wasn't afraid of hurting the fat man. She wanted to scare him into begging for mercy. She loudly said to Yang Yun, "Bring the big stone slab."

"Big stone slab?" The fat man's heart skipped a beat. Damn, he had forgotten that rolling on a bed of nails also involved breaking a stone slab on the chest. This was a popular trick in the old days. Another stone slab and a hammer would make the pain in his back even more intense.

The fat man truly regretted forgetting that his fat body was unsuitable for rolling on a bed of nails. But it was too late to regret now. Since he had taken the grand and righteous step, he had to go all the way, even if it meant being pierced through with a thousand holes.

Yang Yun, with a red face, brought a large square stone slab, which weighed at least thirty to forty pounds. The fat man gritted his teeth and endured.

The stone slab pressed on the fat man's chest and stomach, which were fine, but the nails on his back pierced deeper, making the fat man sweat coldly. He had to force a smile and act calm.

At this moment, Sai Diaochan took an iron hammer and walked over. As she approached the fat man, she saw his forced smile. She bent down slightly and saw that his back was already pierced with countless bloody wounds.

Sai Diaochan's lips curled into a wicked smile. She raised her delicate hand and pressed it on the stone slab. The fat man's face changed, his features contorted. She then asked, suppressing her laughter, "Is it great?"

"Great, really great!" The fat man, in pain, shouted with a righteous tone, hating Sai Diaochan with all his heart.

"Hmph, a dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water!" Sai Diaochan withdrew her hand, picked up the large iron hammer, and, while swinging it, said coldly to the fat man, "In a moment, I'll make you feel great!"

"Hehe, come on!" The fat man knew he would be tormented by Sai Diaochan, but he was determined not to lose, even in words.

"This guy!" Commander Ma was headache-ridden. At such a solemn moment, the fat man still had the nerve to take advantage of a woman verbally. He was truly amazed.

"Spit!" Wang Yi spat. She couldn't understand why the fat man, who had just left a good impression on her, suddenly did something despicable, making her dislike him.