"Brother Lu got it wrong, my surname is Zhao, named Zihao. I had just greeted you earlier, I'm not Brother Liu."
"Oh dear, look at my silly head."
Lu Bei raised his hand as if to slap his forehead... but stopped midway, switching to touch instead, he said apologetically: "Well, even the rich forget things. I'm sorry for forgetting Brother Zhao's name. Forgive me."
"No problem, no problem." Zhao Zihao waved his hand, looking friendly.
"But Brother Zhao, you were wrong too. My name is Ding Lei, not Lu Bei."
"Brother Lu, you love to joke! Who is this Ding Lei you're talking about? Don't fool me."
Zhao Zihao shook his head admiringly: "Brother Lu, your sword talent is outstanding. I've long admired how you defeated Elder Zhan in the West King County Sword fight, wanting to befriend you. There's no way I could've mistaken your identity."
"That amazing..."
Lu Bei glanced at the onlookers: "If I'm so famous, why don't they recognize me?"