Zhao Ritian took advantage of Lu Chengwen and Long Aotian not paying attention and kicked Long Aotian in the face.
Long Aotian reeled backward and crashed to the floor.
Zhao Ritian planted his hands on his hips and threw back his head in laughter. "Ahahaha..."
Lu Chengwen shoved him. "You're still fighting!?"
Long Aotian touched his nose. It was bleeding. He casually grabbed a table lamp and swung it. Zhao Ritian ducked, and the huge lamp smashed straight into Lu Chengwen's face.
Lu Chengwen covered his mouth and crouched down.
Hua Xuening drew her Precious Sword. "I'll chop him up!"
Lu Chengwen quickly got to his feet and seized her wrist. "Are you crazy? Put the sword away."
"He hit you!"
"He didn't do it on purpose!"
Before he could finish, Zhao Ritian swung a large ceramic dog and smashed it against the back of Lu Chengwen's head.
Lu Chengwen lunged forward and knocked Hua Xuening down.
Hua Xuening blushed. "So, are we fighting now?"
Lu Chengwen clutched the back of his head and glared at Hua Xuening. "Stay out of our business. They're my brothers!"
"Huh!?"
Hua Xuening found that utterly absurd. "Them!? Since when did you become brothers?"
"Don't interfere in our business from now on!"
At that moment, Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian had each grabbed a weapon—one wielded a decorative flail hanging on the wall, while the other snatched a baseball bat from a statue's hand—and swung them wildly.
Just as Lu Chengwen tried to get up, Zhao Ritian slammed him back down with the flail.
Lu Chengwen shook his head and was about to rise again when Long Aotian's wildly swinging baseball bat struck him in the jaw, sending him sprawling sideways.
Hua Xuening looked at Lu Chengwen. "Still not fighting?"
Lu Chengwen covered his