"Hmm?!"
Ming Disha grabbed the iron rod, suddenly interested like a child.
He examined it closely, looking at the shaft, then the tip, weighing it in his hand, holding it before his eyes to see whether it was straight, then swinging it through the air with a whooshing sound.
Like a child who had gotten a new toy, he said, "What's this? It's kind of interesting!"
Tiger Head narrowed his eyes. By instinct, he sensed that this expert might be even harder to deal with than Ming Disha.
Tiger Head drew a deep breath. "Hun Tiangang, you truly live up to your reputation."
Hun Tiangang laughed heartily. "You're not bad yourself."
Zhao Ritian said, "Master, he killed Martial Uncle! You have to avenge Martial Uncle!"
Hun Tiangang froze. "Huh? Your Martial Uncle died again?"
Tiger Head said smugly, "That's right. But don't worry, Senior. My battle with Senior Earthly Fiend was fair, honorable, and filled with respect."
Hun Tiangang tossed aside the rod, pulled over a chair, and sat down. "You were filled with respect for him... Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. He ought to burn incense in thanks."
Tiger Head said unhappily, "Duke Disha has already gone to the underworld. He can't burn incense anymore—he can eat it, maybe. Senior, if today's matter cannot be resolved peacefully, you should go reunite with Duke Disha."
"Fine! When you see him, tell him I miss him. Tell him to come back and visit when he has time."
"Hahahaha..."
Tiger Head laughed loudly. "Duke Disha must be very busy too. How about I send you to see him, Senior?"
Hun Tiangang said impatiently, "Are we eating or not!?"
Tiger Head narrowed his eyes. You old bastard, you don't respect me at all!
That damned Ming Disha had been the same way. Right up until his