In the conference room.
Lu Chengwen said, "Gentlemen, have a seat."
Ouyang Zuoheng and Ouyang Fen looked at the chairs, then shook their heads in perfect unison. "No need."
Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian could not figure out what was going on with these two.
Both of them had beaten up Ouyang Fen before. One had fed him diarrhea pills, while the other had beaten him until he puked shit... They had assumed the pair had come to pick a fight and get revenge.
Now they would not even sit down, and their expressions... were complicated.
The two exchanged a glance, nodded slightly at the same time, and formed a united front, ready at any moment to flip the table... and run for their lives.
Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian were both tense as bowstrings.
The father and son were not having an easy time either.
Lu Chengwen dismissed everyone else, leaving only the Three Brothers and the Ouyang Father and Son.
He sat in the center.
"Uh... this is my Senior Disciple Brother, Long Aotian!"
Ouyang Zuoheng quickly clasped his fists. "Young Hero Long, truly a hero in his youth. A pleasure to meet you! A pleasure!"
Long Aotian had not expected that!
The old man was actually quite polite!
He hurriedly stood and returned the gesture. "There have been many misunderstandings before. I hope Mr. Ouyang can forgive me!"
"Ah, we are all friends here. They were just misunderstandings!"
"This is my junior disciple brother, Zhao Ritian."
Ouyang Zuoheng smiled as well. "A true hero indeed! Bold and magnificent! A pleasure to meet you!"
Zhao Ritian was pleased too. "I beat up your son because I wanted him to spray it out, but I wanted him to spray it from below. It was just packed too tightly! Sigh,