Jiang Shang was dumbfounded with fright.
He hurriedly flashed over, kicked Jiang Xiaohu to his knees, pressed down on his shoulder, and said with a smile:
"Senior, look at how poorly I've managed my household. I've spoiled this grandson of mine rotten and let him become like this. Please be magnanimous, please be magnanimous..."
Medicine Elder looked displeased. "Very good. A man should have backbone. I was just like him when I was young—I never indulged anyone. What Old Man Wu or Old Man Six? It's all bullshit! Let the blade do the talking."
"Senior is most generous. Please allow Jiang Shang to show you the way..."
The welcoming bell rang with a clang, then continued without pause.
Jiang Xiaohu sprang to his feet behind them, smiling. "With a reputation as great as yours, Senior, you couldn't even keep watch over your own pills? That Feng Gong was my man. I stole the pills!"
Medicine Elder stopped.
Jiang Shang was utterly enraged. "Take this little beast away! Lock him up!"
Lu Chengwen hid in the shadows, clenching his fists. "Good! Good! Jiang Xiaohu, keep it up! You're the best! You're amazing! Fight! Yes, fight! Whoever kills whoever is fine!"
Ming Disha pulled out a jug of wine. "Well? Is it good? Aren't you coming over?"
Lu Chengwen nodded. "I honestly thought they wouldn't fight. If Jiang Xiaohu keeps pushing it like this, Medicine Elder has no way to back down. This is getting good."
"Isn't watching a show with Martial Uncle fun?"
"Of course! It'd be even better if I had a pair of pants."
"Oh my, they can't see us anyway. It doesn't matter whether you wear pants or not."
"Martial Uncle, help me find a pair of pants. I'm... hanging loose here. It feels awkward."
"They're about to