Though Gao Yuheng appeared gentle and harmless, he was actually a fitness fanatic and a frequent participant in arm-wrestling competitions.
Therefore, Gao Yuheng possessed immense hand strength. A firm grip from him could potentially crush one's bones!
That was how ruthless he was.
Now, he exerted all his might, using his entire body's force to grip Lu Ming's hand, clearly intending to put Lu Ming in his place and impress Jiang Mengxin by proving his superiority.
To his utter disbelief, Gao Yuheng miscalculated. His grip on Lu Ming's hand felt like being caught in a vice.
Lu Ming's hand was as hard as steel, almost inhuman.
With such a hand, not only could it not be crushed, but Lu Ming couldn't even feel a hint of pain! What was more embarrassing for Gao Yuheng was that Lu Ming had sensed his intention.
Thus, Lu Ming retaliated, increasing the pressure on his grip. He squeezed harder than Gao Yuheng!
Instantly, Gao Yuheng felt his hand clamped by a vice, tightening with every passing second, causing him to grimace in pain.
Crackling, crackling, the sound of bones grinding echoed.
It was Gao Yuheng's bones that were cracking.
In his intense pain, Gao Yuheng’s gentlemanly demeanor vanished. His facade crumbled in an instant.
Gao Yuheng cried out in agony, "Let go, you..."
He pointed at Lu Ming’s nose and cursed, "What kind of person is Master Zhu? You actually refer to him as 'Little Zhu'? That’s utterly disrespectful! Lu Ming, do you believe I can report your shameless behavior to the museum officials right now and have you kicked out!"
Lu Ming shrugged, speechless.
He was indeed Little Zhu. He used to be a rookie soldier under Lu Ming's command. If he wasn't called Little Zhu, what should he be called?
If Lu Ming also addressed him as Master Zhu, Zhu You would likely be terrified and unable to sit still.
At this moment.
Jiang Mengxin was captivated by a peculiar painting.
It was a painting hung in the center, depicting the backs of two men.
Beneath the setting sun, corpses littered the ground, creating a desolate scene.
The Dragon Warlord, with one arm injured, supported his comrade as they walked towards the encampment. They faced the setting sun, their backs turned to the viewers.
The scene was strikingly melancholic.
Looking at the Dragon Warlord in the painting, Jiang Mengxin was somewhat entranced. For a man living in legends, how wonderful would it be to meet him even once in this lifetime?
Little did she know, the Dragon Warlord was right in front of her. Not only had she met him, but she was also engaged to him!
You never know how great the people around you are.
Gao Yuheng, noticing Jiang Mengxin's admiration, cleared his throat and explained, "This painting depicts the scene of the First Imperial Coalition's invasion of China, where the Dragon Warlord led his troops to resist and annihilate the enemy. However, our losses were also heavy. The setting sun symbolizes a tragic victory."
His explanation was indeed good. Zhu You had indeed thought along these lines when completing the painting.
However...
Most inappropriately, Lu Ming frowned slightly and said, "Little Zhu wasn't observant enough. There's a problem with this painting."
Huh?
At his words, not only Jiang Mengxin and Gao Yuheng, but also everyone else viewing the exhibition turned their heads, their gazes fixed on Lu Ming.
What did he mean? Someone dared to criticize Master Zhu's work?
Did he have the right?
Lu Ming's remark immediately drew dissatisfaction from the crowd.
"What do you mean? Are you saying Master Zhu's painting isn't good?"
"Who are you to criticize Master Zhu?"
"You scoundrel! A lowlife like you should be thrown out of the museum. Being near you makes me feel utterly insulted!"
Everyone displayed considerable displeasure towards Lu Ming.
Gao Yuheng chuckled secretly, whispering to Jiang Mengxin, "Director Jiang, your fiancé is quite something, daring to go against the world. I merely offered a critique, but your fiancé dared to find fault. Truly remarkable."
Jiang Mengxin's face turned ashen. She glared fiercely at Lu Ming, "If you don't understand, don't spout nonsense! You'll make a fool of yourself."
Lu Ming spread his hands, "I'm not spouting nonsense. There is indeed a problem with his painting."
"You're still saying it?!" Jiang Mengxin was almost infuriated. "Fine, then tell me, what's wrong with Master Zhu's painting?"
Lu Ming pointed at the Dragon Warlord in the painting and said, "Actually, the Warlord was supporting his comrade with his right arm, not his left."
Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.
Gao Yuheng laughed so hard his stomach ached, wiping tears as he said, "Can you stop embarrassing yourself? Left arm. Heh, everyone knows that the Dragon Warlord's left arm was severely injured in that great battle. How could he possibly support his comrade with his left arm? You, pretending to know when you don't, are hilarious."
Jiang Mengxin was also deeply disappointed, shaking her head and sighing, her aversion to Lu Ming slowly growing.
However.
Lu Ming remained remarkably calm.
Facing Gao Yuheng's mockery, he calmly replied, "You only know one part of the story, not the whole. In that battle, the Warlord not only injured his left arm, but his right arm also suffered devastating damage, rendering it completely unusable. He endured excruciating pain and managed to support his comrade back with his severely injured left arm. In that battle, the Warlord's arms were almost ruined, and he was close to being relegated to a behind-the-scenes role."