Ma Bucun's mind was having trouble processing this.
There was a Northern Divine Doctor Long Aotian here, and now another Long Aotian, the Divine Doctor of Huaxia, had arrived from outside. He seemed to outrank this one. His authority was greater too—this one only handled the Northern Country, while that one handled the entire nation.
Long Aotian still had no idea what was going on.
He was getting beaten horribly!
Struggling free from the crowd came a big-headed figure, both eye sockets blackened, blood streaming from his nose, and his mouth split open. He stretched out a hand. "You two are just going to watch me get beaten!?"
Li Jiarui and Ding Shiping held their teacups and watched him, unsure what they should do now.
"You motherfuckers..."
Someone grabbed Long Aotian by the hair and yanked him straight back, gritting his teeth. "His true energy is tough as hell! Beat him to death!"
Long Aotian roared, only to have a young man smash a club into his chest.
The club shattered to pieces. Long Aotian instantly couldn't catch his breath and was pressed down again for another beating.
The man looked at the shattered club in utter shock, then turned to look at Long Aotian being kicked in a circle by the crowd. "Holy shit."
Ding Shiping looked at Li Jiarui. "What's going on?"
Li Jiarui thought it over for a while. "He's testing us!"
Ding Shiping's eyes lit up. "Right!"
Li Jiarui took a sip of tea. "Let Brother Long keep acting for a while. We just need to wait for his instructions."
Ding Shiping smiled and nodded, then told the maid, "Top up the tea."
The maid was completely dumbfounded.
Did these two have no hearts? Their Mr. Long was about to be beaten to death!
Before long,