Inside a skewer joint.
Zhao Ritian was wolfing down skewers like crazy. In front of him sat a steaming hot pot filled with tripe.
Zhao Ritian slapped the table. "Bring more sesame oil dip!"
Long Aotian pulled several bowls of sesame oil dip from his pocket and set them on the table. "Skewer joints don't provide sesame oil dip."
Zhao Ritian froze. "Hahaha, pfft... Impotent Dragon, you've finally learned how to be a decent person!"
Long Aotian smiled faintly. "I may have learned how to be a decent person, but unfortunately, brother, you still haven't learned how to be a brother."
"Bullshit! How don't I know how? Good brothers stand by each other through thick and thin, share life and death, advance and retreat together, and put loyalty first! Am I right or not?"
Long Aotian smiled. "That's for ordinary brothers."
"Oh?"
Long Aotian said, "Do you know how to be brothers with Lu Chengwen?"
"Being brothers is all the same! How else are you supposed to do it?"
"You need to be more cautious. Otherwise, one slip-up and he'll scheme against you!"
"Cautious? I am!"
"That's exactly what you lack most."
"What the hell do you mean, Impotent Dragon!?"
"Lu Chengwen is screwing you over!"
"Screwing me over?" Zhao Ritian laughed. "Impotent—"
"Can't you show me even a little respect?! Impotent Dragon, Impotent Dragon—does that sound nice? There are people coming and going here!"
"Oh, then, you brother with erectile dysfunction..."
Long Aotian slammed the table. "Are you fucking done!?"
Zhao Ritian looked deeply dissatisfied. "Didn't you say I only needed to respect you 'a little'? I even called you 'sir.'"
Long Aotian said, "Is that the point? You're not allowed to mention my impotence!"
Zhao Ritian looked aggrieved. "Fine, fine, this gentleman with sexual dysfunction..."
"Hey, you motherf—"