Lu Chengwen said, "Change the plan. Once Martial Uncle makes a move, nothing good ever comes of it! Take the fake God of Wealth and go, now!"
The group hurried to the kitchen, pressed a button, and a large floor tile flipped up. Everyone filed inside.
Ming Disha brought Cai and Shen into the villa. After searching everywhere, they found nothing.
He Jinian said, "Senior! No one's here!"
Bai Fuchun said, "Senior, the dining room!"
Ming Disha and He Jinian went to the dining room and found a Bronze Hot Pot still bubbling away, with many of the lavish dishes on the table yet to be tossed in.
Ming Disha grabbed Bai Fuchun's hand and pressed it directly into the hot pot.
Bai Fuchun immediately screamed, "Aah—!"
When Ming Disha saw that it had cooked enough, he fished it out and glanced at it. "The hot pot is still hot. They haven't gone far!"
Bai Fuchun was practically in tears. "The pot's boiling! Is this really how you test it?"
He Jinian hurriedly said, "Forget it, forget it. They seem to know we came. Looks like word got out. This isn't a place to linger."
Ming Disha nodded. "Retreat first!"
The three of them reached the door when Ming Disha suddenly grabbed He Jinian by the neck and yanked him back, watching the window vigilantly.
Bai Fuchun blew on his hand and looked outside. "What is it?"
"Someone."
He Jinian's eyes were already seeing stars. He struggled wildly, but it was useless.
Ming Disha kept bleeding off his strength, making his struggles ineffective.
Ming Disha gritted his teeth. "Damn Lu Chengwen! They went out the back!"
Ming Disha released He Jinian. He Jinian lay on the ground coughing for a long while before shaking his head, getting up, and