Li Dabai was beside himself with rage.
Old Daoist Mo felt that something was profoundly strange.
Old Daoist Mo pointed at them. "What the hell? Can't you understand human speech when I try to reason with you? Do you have to make me lose my temper? Do you have to make me... get rough?!"
Li Dabai looked at Li Jiarui and Ding Shiping. Those two fools looked utterly bewildered too.
They were genuinely bewildered, not putting on an act.
Old Daoist Mo pulled out some money from his pocket. "Here! Forget everything else. You can have all this money. I only ask for one meal and one phone call!"
Li Dabai looked at the money in his hand, then looked at Li Jiarui.
Li Jiarui hurried over, took it, and handed it to Li Dabai. Li Dabai took one look—it was Zimbabwean Dollars.
Li Dabai waved the Zimbabwean Dollars around. "You think you can put on airs with this pathetic amount of money, you motherfucker?! And they're fucking Zimbabwean Dollars! Beat him!"
Old Daoist Mo flew into a rage. "You dare?!"
Before he could finish, Li Jiarui knocked him over with a punch.
Li Jiarui and Ding Shiping, two young men and martial arts masters, kicked Old Daoist Mo to the ground and started beating him.
Old Daoist Mo never could have imagined that two young men with clear eyes and apparently unpaid IQ bills would possess such high martial arts, such hard fists, such vicious mouths, and so much spit.
The two brothers punched and kicked while spitting on him and cursing him out.
Old Daoist Mo was already covered in injuries, exhausted, and starving. After all that abuse, he had not gotten a moment's rest.
All he could do now was beg. "I was wrong! I'll leave, all