"Ahahaha! Ahahaha... ahahaha..."
Ming Disha threw back his head and laughed.
Several dozen people around him held weapons, yet none dared step forward.
Ming Disha pointed domineeringly. "A mere dead fat man dares order me around! And you useless servants and retainers—do you think they truly serve you willingly? They're only cowed by your intimidation, unable to resist!"
Fatty Liu gritted his teeth. "You damned old ghost! How dare you..."
Zhao Ritian said, "Martial Uncle, we'll hold the line for you. Go kill that dead fat man and avenge everyone he bullied, slaughtered, enslaved, and humiliated!"
Long Aotian also stepped forward with a grim expression. "Fatty Liu, no matter what divine artifact you possess, today is your day to die."
Lu Chengwen looked at Ming Disha. "Martial Uncle, you... aren't going to run off halfway through, are you?"
Ming Disha looked at Lu Chengwen and patted him on the shoulder. "No! I'm running off right now!"
Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian both whipped around, utterly stunned.
Ming Disha laughed heartily. "I'm only responsible for causing trouble. Acts of chivalry, punishing evil, and upholding justice have always been your job. Forgot?"
Tears welled in Long Aotian's eyes. "Don't... Martial Uncle, we've always respected you. You can't... you can't mess with us like this... That woman even confiscated my Plum Blossom Spear."
Ming Disha said earnestly, "Aotian! Your strength doesn't lie in whether or not you have the Plum Blossom Spear! With or without it, you are still... the Child of Destiny, Long Aotian! Even if all you had in your hand was a pile of shit, you could use it to defeat your enemies and forge the future, right!?"
"No... that does sound inspiring, but reality doesn't allow it. We're way too far apart in strength. Hey, don't—seriously... Martial Uncle, don't