Martial Scripture Pavilion.
Lu Chengwen looked at Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian. "Do you know your assignments?"
The two nodded. "We do."
Lu Chengwen said, "Enjoy tonight. I've got serious business to handle. After tonight, we'll head down the mountain, make a fortune, drink great liquor, and leave in style."
The three put their hands together. "Make a fortune! Drink great liquor! Leave in style!"
Then they entered the Martial Scripture Pavilion.
Behind them, Mo Haiping emerged with a dark expression.
"Those three little bastards."
As usual, the old man wanted to hear a joke.
Lu Chengwen absolutely refused to go upstairs himself!
The two sides remained deadlocked. Finally, Lu Chengwen got anxious and started unfastening his belt. The old man instantly caved, saying that as long as Lu Chengwen did not sleep with him, he could do whatever he wanted.
Lu Chengwen glared at him and viciously fastened his belt again.
The old man was nervous. "Don't get worked up. Hurry upstairs."
Lu Chengwen said viciously, "You don't want to hear the joke anymore?!"
"No, no, I don't. I... I want to be a person."
Lu Chengwen rolled his eyes at him, and the three headed up the stairs.
Fifth floor.
Lu Chengwen and the other two slipped in furtively, tense and sneaky, first looking around to survey the terrain.
Lu Chengwen said to Long Aotian, "The Mo Family's Eldest Daughter is in that room over there. Go on, big brother."
"Mm."
Then he said to Zhao Ritian, "Mo Zigui is in that room over there. Drink less."
Zhao Ritian nodded. "Okay."
Lu Chengwen waved his hand. "Move out!"
Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian circled in from opposite sides. Once Lu Chengwen saw them go far enough, he turned and went back to the stairwell.
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