Ming Disha and Lu Chengwen sat together, drinking.
Lu Chengwen sipped his liquor and asked, "Where's the rest of the money?"
Ming Disha pursed his lips like a wronged child. "In Bingzhou."
Lu Chengwen's eyes widened. "You're pretty capable, aren't you? That much money, all in cash, and you moved it to Bingzhou in just two days?!"
"I have a private vault there, so I deposited it."
Lu Chengwen was so angry he laughed. "You have a vault too!?"
"A cunning rabbit has three burrows. At my age, if I don't keep some money for myself, who's going to support me in my old age? You three? Can I count on you?"
The Three Brothers froze, then nodded together. "Don't count on us."
Ming Disha sighed. "I'm old. My legs don't obey me like they did when I was young. I used to refuse to admit I was old and always thought I still had it. But lately, those two bastards have nearly caught me several times. Would that ever have happened before? If I farted, it'd take them half an hour just to smell it."
Lu Chengwen nodded. "You... aren't old."
Long Aotian hurriedly added, "Martial Uncle isn't old. Among all of you, you're the one who looks the youngest."
Zhao Ritian nodded. "Did you really sleep with those women?"
Ming Disha's eyes reddened.
"Sometimes, when I look at you all, I feel deeply moved. You remind me so much of us when we were young. We fought and bickered all the time, wishing we could hammer each other to death. But when it truly mattered, the most reliable people were still the brothers who had fought and bickered alongside you."
"Now, I can increasingly feel that my body isn't what it used to be. And it's as though