Fatty Liu stared at Old Daoist Mo.
Old Daoist Mo's eyes were wider than anyone else's.
"Hey, what do you mean by that!? No... Steward Liu, you... you think I cut you up, stole from you, and threw away your... Am I that kind of person?"
"Of course you're not!" Zhao Ritian said. "You're a good man! There's nobody in the world better than you! The four of us were locked in a bitter fight, and you came out to play peacemaker, vouching for both sides. Just look at how wonderful you are! Even after all four of us are dead and on the road to the underworld, we'll still have to praise you!"
Lu Chengwen could no longer listen to it and snapped, "Ritian! Say less!"
He quickly cupped his fists. "Wealthy Official, Daoist Mo, my little brother is immature and speaks without thinking. Please don't hold it against him. As things stand, this can still be considered a happy ending. My brothers and I have urgent business to attend to, so we'll be taking our leave. Until we meet again. Senior Disciple Brother, Ritian, let's go."
Zhao Ritian said, "The dipping oil just got here!"
Fatty Liu said, "Until we get to the bottom of this, nobody is leaving!"
At that moment, countless experts around the room were already stirring. Their powerful inner auras were openly released for everyone to feel.
Old Daoist Mo burst into laughter. "So that's how it is! You're planning to frame me, aren't you? Hahahaha! Fine, fine, fine!"
Fatty Liu looked at Old Daoist Mo. "What are you laughing at, Daoist?"
"I'm laughing at Long Aotian's lack of strategy and Lu Chengwen's lack of brains!"
"Oh? How so?"
Old Daoist Mo said viciously, "While you were in the operating room, those three wanted