马超把烟屁股往地上一扔，用鞋底碾了碾， kicks off a puff of smoke. He turned to the wall, narrowed his eyes. "You think that's the end? Heh," he snorted, spitting out a trail of phlegm.

Wang Cuozi, who'd been gnawing on a sunflower seed, paused mid-crack. "You still thinking about that wall?" he grumbled, spitting out a broken shell. "Wasn't me. Was that old张狗剩, he likes to make things look like he did it."

"张狗剩?"马超 scoffed, crossing his arms. "The one with the missing ear? Liar. He runs like his balls are on fire whenever he sees me coming."

Wang Cuozi laughed, a dry, cracking sound. "You're a stubborn one, Ma Chao. Always have been. Remember that time you got in trouble for fighting that县太爷家的狗?" He gestured with his cupped hand. "That dog was ten times your size, and you still took a swing."

"Size doesn't matter," Ma Chao replied. "It's how you use what you got." He clenched his fists, the joints popping like miniature fireworks. "I'm not telling you this 'cause I give a damn, but that new拳馆? You should watch out."