Fatty Liu wiped the water off with one slap and immediately realized something was wrong with the taste!
He looked up and was so shocked his jaw dropped!
A dried-up old man was standing on the beam of his house, taking a leak—and he had deliberately aimed it at Fatty Liu's head!
When the women looked up, they saw only a retreating figure. Long Aotian and the others beside Fatty Liu had already jumped aside.
Huo Wenbei had gotten splashed too.
Fatty Liu flew into a rage at once. "Catch him!"
Zhao Ritian slapped his thigh excitedly. "Martial Uncle, you're amazing!"
Lu Chengwen kicked him, then shouted along with him, "Catch him! There's an assassin on the roof!"
Long Aotian held back a laugh. "Damn it, you dare piss on Steward Liu's head? And that much? Looks like you don't want to live!"
Everyone panicked at the sudden appearance of someone on the ceiling.
Everyone who could be in this house was an expert, some of them even peerless top-tier masters.
Yet this man had concealed himself so completely that none of them noticed him, and then he had casually taken a leak on the beam. Just how capable was he!?
Only Rose had slowly moved over to a small tea table nearby and sat down gently. As though none of this concerned her, she poured herself tea and drank. That old fellow still stood behind her, protecting her, his expression equally unruffled.
Lu Chengwen cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Catch him! Catch him! He's peeing on Steward Liu's head! He's peeing! He's having such a great time peeing!"
Zhao Ritian somehow found a broken gong and wandered everywhere while banging it.
"Help! Help! Someone's pouring piss over Steward Liu's head! Don't spread such an embarrassing matter