Martial Uncle didn't run either. He just darted all over the room.
He didn't hurt anyone, but he sure disgusted them.
He didn't attack, but he didn't let anyone rest, either.
The fat man turned and glared at Long Aotian. "It was you! You led him here to me!? That's why you had no fear when you said all those outrageous things to me, wasn't it!?"
Long Aotian smiled. "I say whatever I want. Do I need him as my backing before I dare speak?"
"Well said!"
Zhao Ritian threw an arm around Long Aotian's neck and pointed at his face. "That's the kind of man... person he is! He's not afraid of you at all! Whatever you've got, use it on him! If he so much as makes a sound, he's no hero! Even if you torture him to death, I won't laugh! Absolutely not!"
Long Aotian shoved him away. "Get lost. Don't touch me!"
Zhao Ritian continued his commentary. "See? He's embarrassed!"
"Shut up, you idiot!"
"Well? He even curses at me. Are you scared now?"
The fat man looked at the two of them, his expression slowly shifting from shock to rage.
"You... you actually dare... humiliate this Wealthy Official!"
The fat man charged forward. Lu Chengwen pointed behind him. "He's coming!"
The fat man spun around but found nothing. Zhao Ritian grabbed a stool and smashed it over his head with a crack, shattering it to pieces.
The fat man turned back, staring at Zhao Ritian in shock once more.
Zhao Ritian held a broken stool leg and pointed at Long Aotian. "He did it."
"Ah—"
The fat man charged again. Zhao Ritian and Long Aotian instantly split left and right, while Lu Chengwen leaped up and grabbed a roof beam.
This fat man was fast!