Zhao Ritian climbed to his feet and pulled a Hidden Weapon from his arm, baring his teeth in pain.
Long Aotian stood up, his mind feeling like a muddled mess. He could no longer walk in a straight line; after taking two steps, he fell again. Pulling a Hidden Weapon from his thigh, he looked at Ming Disha. "Why didn't you grab Lu Chengwen and use him as a shield?"
Ming Disha said, "He doesn't have King's Aura. How could he take the hit better than you guys?"
Lu Chengwen was overjoyed!
Martial Uncle was far stronger than Jiang Xiaogou. He could definitely kill him!
Lu Chengwen said, "Martial Uncle, take him out! You're a scumbag anyway, so you're not afraid of offending the Jiang Family!"
Ming Disha turned back to look at Lu Chengwen. "Fuck, I'm protecting you, and you're setting me up?"
"Don't forget, I was the one who covered that billion-plus-dollar hole for you!"
"Did I ask you to cover it? Jiang Xiaogou forced you to pay it! Go ask him for the money! Why are you coming after me?!"
"If you hadn't screwed me over, would I owe him money!?"
"Listen to you. Who haven't I screwed over? Go ask around—was there even one of the Old Man Wu who hadn't suffered at my hands?"
"Fine, fine, fine!" Lu Chengwen began coaxing him. "Kill Jiang Xiaogou, and from now on, I'll cover all your clubbing expenses! Those little foxes of yours can keep you company every day!"
"Hiss—!" Ming Disha snapped, "Watch your mouth! There are so many people listening! What little foxes!? Who do you take me for!? Taste! Do you understand?"
Lu Chengwen rolled his eyes. "Now you care about saving face!? So, deal or no deal!?"
"Deal!"
Lu Chengwen let out a huge