At that moment, Martial Uncle suddenly pushed aside a charred floorboard and crawled out.
"What the hell? What are you trading my nephew's life for?!"
Lu Chengwen and Long Aotian hurried over, helping and dragging Ming Disha as they got him out. Only Zhao Ritian approached from the front, one foot already raised, the sole aimed straight at Martial Uncle.
If he hadn't seen that Lu Chengwen and Long Aotian were thinking differently from him, that kick would probably have landed already.
Ming Disha looked at him. "What are you doing?"
Zhao Ritian thought for a moment. "I was afraid someone behind you might ambush you."
Ming Disha crawled out. "You the brat from the Mo Family?"
Everyone could barely keep from laughing.
This old Mo Family Daoist was already quite advanced in years, at least sixty or seventy. No one had called him a "brat" in ages.
He froze for a moment. "Who the hell are you?!"
Long Aotian supported Ming Disha, putting on the airs of a loyal nephew and helping Ming Disha look impressive.
He even dragged over a battered chair that had somehow survived. "Martial Uncle, please sit."
Ming Disha sat down and crossed his legs.
Long Aotian said proudly, "My Martial Uncle!"
Lu Chengwen said, "A hero of his generation!"
Zhao Ritian said, "Heh heh, he's vicious! He'll screw you to death!"
Fatty Liu was furious inside!
Was there even one serious person in this bunch!?
And now this rotten old bastard had shown up too. How was he supposed to handle this? If the old bastard really made a move, dealing with him alone would be enough to give him a headache.
Steward Liu turned and shouted, "Senior Rose! We agreed to cooperate. At a time like this, you have to help me!"
Rose