The three people in the car finally settled down.
Lu Chengwen asked, "What happened?"
"Sorry, Master, I ran over a rock. This mountain road is getting harder and harder to drive on."
Lu Chengwen said, "It's fine. Keep driving."
Long Aotian wiped the liquor from his face, pulled a wet wipe from the "treasure chest" beside him, and started wiping himself down. "Master doesn't care about that stuff. Don't you just want to advance? Wearing mourning clothes while sucking up to him—did you think I wouldn't see through you?"
"I sincerely want to advance! I sincerely want to suck up! No, I mean, I sincerely want to deliver the death notice!"
The more Zhao Ritian tried to explain, the more flustered he became. "I... I'm sincere about all three things! They're not mixed together! Unlike you, who only thinks about advancing and makes Master angry every day!"
"Heh. Psycho." Long Aotian said, "I bought everything Master likes. Did you?"
"Oh? You know what Master likes?"
"Of course! I studied with Cheng Wen for ages, didn't I... I... You're sick, I'm telling you!"
Lu Chengwen irritably stared out the window, rolled it down, and tossed his wineglass straight outside. "Stop arguing."
Zhao Ritian said, "Cheng Wen, tell me. How do you think Master will react when he hears Martial Uncle is dead? If Master is overcome with grief, we have to take good care of him!"
Long Aotian looked at him. "Master is Hun Tiangang, the Six-Fingered Ape Demon! A senior standing at the pinnacle of the martial world! How could he be so grief-stricken over one dead junior brother that he cries to heaven and earth, wanting to die? A fool worries about the prime minister, yet can't even worry about the right thing."
"Of course you'd think that! If