Traveling through an ancient military camp: Bao'er's survival song

Upon hearing this, Peng Zizheng could no longer bear to listen. After a moment's thought, he did not directly reveal that he was General Peng Zizheng of Guide. Instead, he addressed the "lecherous thief" accusation made by the two men outside, saying, "Brothers outside, do you have some misunderstanding about me? Although I drank some wine yesterday, I would never have forcibly abducted any women. How could you call me a lecherous thief?"

The eldest and second eldest brothers of the Qiu family exchanged a glance, knowing that General Peng was probably worried that revealing his identity as a high-ranking official would lead to their murder, so he had cleverly lied and claimed to be some "Luo." The eldest brother, without stopping sharpening his knife, spoke: "You filthy bastard, you dare lie to me? Do you think I'm blind? I saw you, you lecherous thief, kidnap that girl from the carriage! Today, your manhood is gone for good!"

Peng Zizheng was stunned for a moment, then began to carefully recall the scene from last night. However, his habit of blacking out after drinking meant he couldn't remember anything, only that he had drunk several jars of wine in a small tavern. The sound of sharpening knives outside was incessant, making Peng Zizheng break out in a cold sweat. He continued to argue, "As the saying goes, to catch a thief, you need to catch him red-handed; to catch an adulterer, you need to catch them in the act. You've convicted me based on some fabricated story about a girl, and I don't accept that. Judging from your tone, you're not some nobody; you're all heroes of the underworld. If you just arbitrarily kill an innocent person like this, how will you face anyone in the underworld afterward?"

The second son of the Qiu family outside sneered and shouted, "What? You kidnapped a young woman, and you expect her to come here and testify for you, you filthy slut, even if you have to bear the stigma? You don't need to keep spouting sweet words here. Today, this bastard between your legs will be cut off whether you want to or not!"

Wu Suining, watching from above, was thoroughly enjoying herself. She knew that he wouldn't be afraid to stab this thief a few times, but if he knew he was going to have his manhood cut off, even the most daring man would lose his courage! Haha, men!

Listening to what was being said, Uncle Sun, wiping the fine sweat from his chubby head with a handkerchief, felt a chill creep down his spine. He couldn't help but look at his young mistress with newfound respect. How could this noble and dignified lady of the capital have come up with such a wicked and despicable scheme?

Wu Suining sensed Sun Bo's frequent movements and glanced back slightly. She noticed the wine gourd that he always wore on his waist. Another idea came to her mind. She whispered a few words to Qiu Guang, who then snatched the wine gourd from Sun Bo's waist and tiptoed down to her two older brothers.

Peng Zizheng's hearing was truly remarkable. He vaguely heard a girl's voice outside, though he couldn't make out the content, it still made him doubt himself: "Why is there a girl here? Could it be that I really did something foolish while drunk last night?"

Before he could even ask a question, a burly man, his face and head completely covered, emerged from the cave entrance, which had been deserted for a long time. The man, carrying a gourd of wine, approached him, looked at his mangled hands, clicked his tongue in admiration several times, and said in a rough, hoarse accent, "Don't worry, we're all men of principle. If we say we want your manhood, we only want your manhood. We'll preserve these hands of yours; we can't just watch them rot away." With that, the burly man uncorked the gourd and poured a whole gourd of fine wine onto Peng Zizheng's mangled hands.

The moment Peng Zizheng felt the pain, his eyes widened, he gasped for breath, gritted his teeth, and roared, "You son of a bitch..."