Li Dabai stood at the door, peering through the crack. The sight moved him.
"Heh."
He chuckled softly. "These guys..."
They reminded me of my younger days. Back then, I was the same with them—we became friends through fighting. We clearly recognized each other's strength and knew the other was an unyielding, honorable man, but... that stubbornness buried deep in our hearts, along with a man's childish and ridiculous pride, kept us from admitting it.
Instead, we desperately wanted to defeat each other...
Phew...
Perhaps that was what youth looked like.
Once a person passed fifty, that kind of passion was gone forever. You no longer threw punches over petty disputes, set up duels over a girl, or did stupid things just to prove that you were more handsome and stronger...
When a man lost his passion and foolishness, lost his expectations for himself, and lost the courage and confidence to believe in miracles...
He was already dead.
The bonds between these three had already become tangled together. On the surface, they seemed to despise one another, but in truth, the friendship they refused to acknowledge deep down would always... ignite the scorching blood of men at times like this.
At that moment, the Three Brothers had no idea that Li Dabai, hiding at the door and peeping at them, had already broken into a pleased, motherly smile.
Long Aotian's expression was grave. He stopped the fists the other two were throwing at each other and said calmly and deeply, "Enough."
Long Aotian's gaze was profound and blazing. "As brothers..."
Zhao Ritian slammed his other fist into Long Aotian's nose. "Why the fuck are you running your mouth!?"
Lu Chengwen also rushed over, grabbed Long Aotian by the hair, and started beating him. "This is all your fault! Quit pretending