Old Daoist Mo began to sort things out.
"The situation now is that Fatty Liu's illness probably can't be cured. As for the divine artifact, we either force him to hand it over or trick him into handing it over."
"And I can't do something like that by myself. I need to contact the family right away and get a group of people to help me handle this."
Li Dabai shook his head. "You can't pull it off."
"Why not?"
"Big brother, haven't you learned from getting burned? Ming Disha is following you around like a lingering ghost. At any time, anywhere, he can be holding a hammer and sleeping on the same kang as Fatty Liu, and you still want to get things done!?"
Old Daoist Mo said, "We of the Mo Family..."
Li Dabai said, "You still don't get it! Someone like Ming Disha—even if you personally brought Mo Chen here, it'd be useless. He hides in the shadows, and as long as he keeps stirring things up, you won't get anything done. So the key is Ming Disha!"
Old Daoist Mo thought about it and felt that this line of thinking was correct.
But... who could deal with him?
"Then... who can deal with him?"
Li Dabai shook his head. "No idea."
Old Daoist Mo sprang to his feet, waving his fists. "Is there really no one under heaven who can defeat him?!"
Li Dabai said, "Don't get worked up! Plenty of people can trade a few moves with him if they're his match, but... you know he won't fight you! If he were willing to fight, what would there be to say? We'd all gang up on him and chop him into mincemeat once and for all."
"That bastard's Lightness Skill has somehow reached an unbelievable