Lu Chengwen and the Fishing Elder started arguing.
Lu Chengwen strained forward while Zhao Ritian desperately pushed against his chest. "Second Senior Brother! Second Senior Brother! Don't provoke him, I'm begging you! Look at what happened to that idiot father and son—I really can't take it... My Benevolent God's Return isn't actually that amazing. I can't withstand this!"
Lu Chengwen strained forward, pointing at the Fishing Elder. "Is there anyone like him? Their business somehow got blamed on me!? Saying I kept shaking my head and blinking to mess with him... I can do whatever I want. What's it got to do with him? Hit me! Beat me to death! If you've got the guts, kill everyone from the Yan Zhao Sect!"
Zhao Ritian was so frightened his soul nearly flew away. He hurriedly covered Lu Chengwen's mouth.
"You can't say that! You really can't say that, Second Senior Brother! I'm not built to be killed, especially if he really means to kill us. I'll actually die!"
Over there, Long Aotian was also holding back the Fishing Elder. "Senior, Senior, give me some face. I'm Long Aotian, I... my master is Hun Tiangang, Senior!"
The Fishing Elder was also charging forward, pointing at Lu Chengwen. "What the hell is this!? What kind of thing is this!? When it hit five million, I already thought it was plenty, but he kept shaking his head and swaying around, disrupting my thoughts! I'm not an unreasonable person!"
"Yes, yes, you're a reasonable man."
"I didn't start this!"
"No one said you did. Things just got heated and ended up here!"
"You're talking about me. Am I the kind of old man who extorts people?"
"You're not."
"Would I demand millions just for a fishing rod!?"
"Well, you... you have your reasons too."
"Have